Hungrygrrl

Back when I first discovered Paseo it was a little shack of a place, just tacked up plywood and the smell of grilling pork. Since the redo the walls are gleaming, the sun shining over corrugated tin. But the food hasn’t changed. They still make the most amazing sandwiches ever. I biked over there today to pick up a sandwich for my beach picnic and found it as usual totally packed, people spilling onto the sidewalk. The crowd was more trendy than I remembered, all tatoos and expensive jeans despite the sparse tables and long waits. As I waited I debated what to get, but there was only one option. “Midnight cuban. To go.” I plopped myself down in the grass and unrolled the huge sandwich, the juices running down my legs. Just perfect. Pulled pork, caramelized onions, jalapenos and cilantro on a crispy cuban roll. Every sandwich I’ve ever gotten there has bordered on life-changing. My one foray into dinner options proved less awesome (the rice was mushy both times), but I think I’m just going to stop experimenting and get the midnight cuban every time. Why mess with perfection?

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