Well, if you didn't make it out Saturday morning for the Turkey Day parade, you missed a good one. While it was a bit cold, it was worth the temperatures. And I think Kefa Cafe was out on the Avenue as well selling some hot joe.
But I have one question - with all the Bolivian groups that were part of the parade, how can we not have one Bolivian restaurant in downtown? Please, I want to know.
I mean, did you see all of them. Some were really great. Most of the groups were kids, but two or three had some adults. And there seemed to be a mix of outfits too. There were ones like the pictures here, and there were others that had a more indigenous look. Unfortunately by that time our camera battery had died so we were only able to shoot the flashier outfits.
But back to the food. Now I know almost nothing about Bolivian cuisine, but I am intrigued. According to the reliable world wide web, one popular item in the country are humitas, little balls of corn dough, stuffed with cheese and then wrapped in a corn or banana leaf before being steamed. That sounds good.
Another popular dish that folks will know are empanadas, but also the fritanga, a dish of greasy fried pork. I think they may already sell this one at Tastee Diner. Quinua, a grain you may have tried is also big in Bolivia since it does well at high altitudes. It looks like they add it to a soup with chicken, onions, pork or other ingredients. That would have been nice Saturday morning with those 30 degree temps.
Now I am not holding my breath for a Bolivian place, it's unlikely to come and even if it did, could they do enough business to survive? But it was fun watching all their dance troupes on Saturday morning with all the other participants - the Irish garage, boy and girl scouts, the HS marching bands, the Mustang club, the dog trainers, Mrs - not Ms. - DC and a bunch I'm missing. If you bailed due to the temps, do yourself a favor and head out next year. You can end with a nice brunch at Nicaro like my wife and I did.
That was a nice way to watch the parade, sitting in warmth, sipping on a bloody mary and chowing down on beignets. MMMM.