In a total Homer Simpson “D’oh!” moment, I realized that posting a Foodie Friday post at 10 pm on a Friday night kind of defeated the purpose of calling it Foodie Friday since, well, it would get read on the weekend. Silly, silly me. So from now on, you’ll be seeing Foodie Fix (and Trini Tales, too) appearing at their usual times, sans the day of the week added in. It makes very little difference in the grand scheme of things, I know–but at least I feel like I got one over the tyranny of the days of the week. Tyrants…
Anyway, to the matter at hand…
Which is the eating of Venezuelan food in Trinidad:
A few months ago, Mr. L suggested a surprise lunch to a restaurant he’d recently heard of. Our gluttony pushed us to brave torrential rains and, ever since, we’ve had to impose a limit on how many times a month we get to go to Taryn’s for lunch. I swear I have an internal GPS and it only ever wants to take me there (23 Mucurapo Road, St. James, Port of Spain, in case you’re in the area and want to set your real GPS or map-skillz to it, too).
The first time we went, I had the pabellon lunch, which had stewed beef, fried plantains, black beans and rice. It was delicious and I had to be wheeled to the car because it was so filling:
The second time, I went for something a bit lighter and, in the process, ignited a torrid love affair with the Venezuelan arepa:
I had it with the stewed beef filling and rice and beans on the side and was so appreciative of how tasty it was that I almost asked the lovely owner if I could work there full-time just so I could be paid in arepas. Thank goodness I have a bit of shame.
This time, I figured that nothing in this world can’t be improved with the addition of a fried plantain or three, so I ordered the arepa with stewed beef and fried plantain (with the customary black beans and rice on the side):
At least this time I knew the dangers of its deliciousness and only vaguely considered making rash offerings of services in exchange for arepas.
It’s not just the delicious food that keeps me coming back. The ambiance is homey and familiar with its low bar and woodwork and sweet table decor; it’s very much like the kind of Old San Juan lunch spots that I love so much when I go to Puerto Rico:
The service is extremely friendly, the cast of regulars is reassuring to see, and the prices are really, really good considering that you are paying for a crispy-exterior, soft-and-meaty interior slice of heaven on a plate. Oh yeah, and I get to hear and speak Spanish, which always does my little scrawny heart great good.
Someday, I’ll manage to resist the arepas and order some of their other Venezuelan specialties, like the shepherd’s pie-type dishes with plantain and fish or plantain and stewed meat (which are much more familiar to my Rican-girl palate). Someday, pigs might fly straight into my mouth, ready-roasted, too.
Until then, I’ll be trying all of the arepas on the menu. I’ve tasted the cheese ones (which are made with a salty white cheese and which would totally rock my dairy-free world, if they could):
I’ve yet to try the ones stuffed with pork, chicken, fish, or shrimp. I’m afraid of what would happen if I did, because then I’d be ordering several arepas per sitting and that would just not do.
Oh Venezuelan food, where have you been all my life? (Oh yeah, you’ve been seven miles from Trinidad and quietly chillin’ in the Trinidad Northern Range where the Spanish in Trinidad lived–and in St. James, too, apparently.)
If you are tempted to have an arepa adventure this weekend (as I may well be), check out the recipe on Food Wishes (you can use any brand of masarepa cornmeal–note, it’s not the same as masa harina!) or the recipe on Venezuelan Food and Drinks.