The GOOD GRUB be back baby. The hunger strike is over and we missed you … did you miss us? Stop, stop … dry those tears. Let's hug it out. Because while we were out exploring the GRUB landscape, we were thinking about you the entire time. And the best part … we return with the GOODS. So with our first post in over a month, we're bringing in one of the big guns … the pride of the East Village in NYC … Caracas Arepa Bar. What's an "arepa" you ask? Sure it takes your mind in one direction, a-la Arrested Development's Tobias Funke … the proud analyst and therapist. But when you get your head out of the gutter, think one part taco, one part pita sandwich … and one part Venezuelan sunshine.
We hit up the delicious spot with our GRUB buddy Laura J., grazed over the menu, and pretty much lost our minds. The three of us threw down for an ultimate medley of the delicious, doughy, crispy, corn-muffin-esque delights … just shouting out selection after selection to the friendly arepa-master taking our order.
We started it up with their fluffy, creamy guacamole and basket of think, crunchy homemade chips. The chips were slightly thick, perfectly salty vessels for the cool guacamole … and look out for the bonus crispy, fried plantain chips tossed in for good measure. It was a perfect start of the meal, and only further heightened the anticipation of the arepa buffet about to hit our table. So when the swarm of arepas hit, we had to resist a full on lord-of-the-flies outbreak.
We defaulted to the wisdom of Friday's puff-puff-give. So as the soiree of arepas were passed through the air … one with shredded beef, black beans, white salty cheese and sweet plantains … another with grilled chorizo, spicy white cheese with jalapenos and sauteed peppers … and a few others to round out the festivities … we committed to fighting off the urge to just devour everything we touched.
Needless to say, the little pockets are nothing short of taste-bud-heaven. The combination of the slightly crispy, savory, corn-meal pocket and the marinated meats, beans, and cheeses exploding from within are one of the many reasons we're in the GRUB game. So thank you Mr. Caracas … trust that we'll be back. But until then … the journey continues.
We hit up the delicious spot with our GRUB buddy Laura J., grazed over the menu, and pretty much lost our minds. The three of us threw down for an ultimate medley of the delicious, doughy, crispy, corn-muffin-esque delights … just shouting out selection after selection to the friendly arepa-master taking our order.
We started it up with their fluffy, creamy guacamole and basket of think, crunchy homemade chips. The chips were slightly thick, perfectly salty vessels for the cool guacamole … and look out for the bonus crispy, fried plantain chips tossed in for good measure. It was a perfect start of the meal, and only further heightened the anticipation of the arepa buffet about to hit our table. So when the swarm of arepas hit, we had to resist a full on lord-of-the-flies outbreak.
We defaulted to the wisdom of Friday's puff-puff-give. So as the soiree of arepas were passed through the air … one with shredded beef, black beans, white salty cheese and sweet plantains … another with grilled chorizo, spicy white cheese with jalapenos and sauteed peppers … and a few others to round out the festivities … we committed to fighting off the urge to just devour everything we touched.
Needless to say, the little pockets are nothing short of taste-bud-heaven. The combination of the slightly crispy, savory, corn-meal pocket and the marinated meats, beans, and cheeses exploding from within are one of the many reasons we're in the GRUB game. So thank you Mr. Caracas … trust that we'll be back. But until then … the journey continues.
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