When I was a little mocoso, one of the best things ever was going over to my paternal grandparent’s, walking into my grandmother’s kitchen and raiding the giant paper bag from the panaderia accompanied by a glass of whole milk while she cooked me some sopa de fideos. Needless to say, I wasn’t the skinniest kid on the block.
Everyone had their favourites in that magic bag, which meant hell to pay if you ate theirs, but there really weren’t any bad ones. Best of all, you could almost feed the five thousand at breakfast without dropping too much change, which was a huge selling point for my constantly-filling-stomachs-on-a-budget grandmother.
Of the mainstays in the city, my personal favourite would have to be La Victoria. I think their bread is hands down the best, and they’ve got some pretty tasty grub, as well. That, and they just may have a little bit of experience doing their thing. Like beauty parlours, butchers and dive bars, however, picking your â€œbestâ€ is a decision only you can make.
So, next time you have a living room covered in zombies from a night that ended a few hours ago or an entire platoon of weekend guests, tip-toe over the fallen and join the moms, tÃ¬as, and grandmas making their way down Twenty-fourth Street before ravenous hunger wakes their sleeping broods.
2937 24th Street @ Alabama
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