Tag: Cerrito’s Pupuseria
The Second Visit Curse
Has this happened to you? Your first meal at a restaurant is enjoyable, maybe even in 5-star territory. You rave about the place to friends and family. You can’t wait to go back. And when you do, it, well, kind of sucks. This happens to me more often than not. WTF?
First of all, I dread eating somewhere new to me. It’s a risk. You have to accept the possibility of failure, something I’m not always willing to do. Sure, I’ll do it when I’m on vacation, but it’s not like I have much of a choice. In more familiar haunts, though, the good dishes I know call out to me. It’s when I get bored that I take the risk.
So, I walk in to a new place. I’m in borderline panic mode. What do I do? Do I seat myself? Who do I talk to? There’s too much noise, I can’t concentrate? Oh, yes, table for two. I sit down, grab the menu. What the hell does this mean? Why can’t they call things by normal names? A burger for $12?!? Ga! What? Yes, I’ll have the special. No, just a glass of water, wait, what’s on tap?
Then the food comes, it looks wonderful and smells even better. And, damn, it’s tasty. Before I know it, my plate is empty. If I’m not eating with my wife, I may even lick the plate.
Maybe that’s it. I start with such low expectations that the meal can’t help but seem good. When I return, though, I’m more familiar, better able to judge. I notice the lapses in service. This time I’m expecting good food and disappointed when it’s not the best I’ve had.
I still take the risk, though. How else will I find the gems?
Cerrito’s Pupuseria: A Quick Bite (4½ Stars)
I drive by this place frequently, every time thinking I should give it a shot. I finally got around to it and am kicking myself for not doing so sooner.
This place is small, no more than 4 or 5 tables. Folks looked at me like I was lost. No, truly, I want to eat here! At first I was disheartened by the menu, which is populated with typical Mexican/Salvadoran fare that you’ll see in any number of places through out DC, none of which is particularly adventurous. Then I noticed the white board. That’s where the real food is listed.
I ordered a pork pupusa, beef tongue taco and a chicken tamale. This is, by far, the best pupusa I have ever had: lightly crispy on the outside while the contents had a creamy consistency. The flavors worked well with the slaw and salsa to make the sum of the whole greater than the parts. This alone was worth the trip.
When I mention tongue tacos to most people, they recoil in horror. They should not. There’s nothing funky in the taste like, say, liver. It’s just a lean piece of beef. And this taco is an excellent example of what can be done. With the pico de gallo and a squeeze of lime, I was in heaven. Yet again, this alone was worth the trip.
As for the tamale, I admit to some trepidation. It is really hard to find a well made tamale. Cerrito’s does theirs well. The filing was more than just the single note of chicken, it included chunks of potato and green beans. One was just enough, any more and I would have been filled to bursting.
I will definitely make a return visit, and so should you. They are on Rt. 50, about 4 miles west of the intersection with Rt. 28.
43137 John Mosby Hwy
Chantilly, VA 20152