Come with me as I take a brief visit to Venezuela, where a small, rustic Latin kitchen sits filled with noisy visitors, friendly Chatty Kathys, and almost-very-nearly-annoyed waitresses.
Take my hand, come on. Don't be afraid. Just down the street....in Brookline Village (I know, I know, too much Brookline Village? Should I start referring to my 'hood as simply the 'vee-lahge'?).
Literally a block down the road, next to the Dunkie's (that's Bahston for Dunkin' Donuts) and Matt Murphy's.
There, see? Like a beacon in this dark, dank mist - a tropical light burning warmth and comfort in the godforesaken wet, crazy effin' wetness of the endless rain that's lasted for entirely too long and really! REALLY! must we have this much rain? really?
The warm beacon. From Venezuela. There. Orinoco.
A sweet little South American gem that provides outstanding caipirinhas, mojitos, and other sugary rum drinks as well as amazing and authentic Venezuelan cuisine. And a much needed break from the constant spit and drizzle from the Boston sky.