We had Honduran food at El Catrachito, the neighborhood restaurant in a retrofitted diner, in a building that’s narrow enough it looks like it used to be a bus. (A Catracho/Catracha refers to a person from Honduras.) I’m not sure what I thought of the food except that it’s like nothing I’ve ever tried before. I ordered the tajadas con carne asada, which is more or less a plate full of plantains topped with coleslaw or something like it, chimol (a type of salsa with tomatoes), and beef. The meat didn’t particularly go together with the salad, or at least I didn’t understand how it was supposed to, but eating there made me feel like I was in the Caribbean, and it’s not often I can go to a restaurant and say that.
(Photo: Pacific coast near the Río Grande de Tárcoles, Costa Rica.)
365 Days of Food 