Likened to a Chinese Take Out joint for cheap eats and that same sort of atmosphere, Brisas was full on Puerto Rican good time, homey meals. The place was crowded - both the take out line and the sit down restaurant section. H1 and I were ignored for the most part, attributing the lack of service to our lack of enough Spanish blood.
If not for Luuuiiissss, we would not be there because we would never get served, and if by some way we managed to be noticed, we would not have been able to order food with polite service.
Rushed, selective service aside, I cannot say the food was all spectacular but it certainly was more on the good side than bad.
That is to say, anyone who can provide me with a soursop shake is more than okay to me.
|Ah the grainy texture of a soursop. Awesome|
The shake itself could have used more soursop but that unforgettable flavour was present, and I was somewhat happy with it.
I cannot go any place without seeing an empanada on a menu and not trying it, so we ordered three of those which BH mostly ate and enjoyed. He stuffed it with rice. He's a tad on the crazy side. Ha.
We also ordered for our starter, some tostones. They were hot and not too salty. They were quite delicious but only one container of garlic sauce, peeps? Yeah, they did us dirty but that's okay. We had enough food to not complain too much.
|X, you hungry yet?|
|Just one meal|
Luuuuuiiiisss ordered his favourite - some fried chicken with white rice and black beans. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that food. NOTHING. The beans were seasoned great making them extremely tasty and the chicken... I tried piece without much expectation. It was chicken breast fried, for one, which to me is not very exciting and I had every intention of just biting a piece and putting it down.
Naw, man, naw.
It was so crisp, flavourful, and steaming hot that I refused to let it go. It may not look like much but if I had to go back here, I would get it again or maybe the fried pork pieces. I have high hopes that the pork would be just as good if not better.
|Chicken. Does not look like much. But it sure tastes like much. Also pictured, some bread.|
|Just a taste. And a good one at that.|
Unfortunately, there was also tres leches on the menu.
And a whole lot else but again, our stomachs were full of food.
If there's one thing humans need, it's extra stomachs. Doing the best X trick I could, I tried to save a tiny pocket somewhere in my stomach by pushing food aside with my hands (it's a complicated process, and one you should not attempt without years of training by X) to make room for flan.
I did it! But after the long day at the Zoo, we had to take it to go. So I ate it in the car.
Now please, look at the rich, amazing colour of this flan. It was custardy (not cheese-cake like as the one we make) and had a good caramel taste and deep yellow colour going on.
It was beautiful.
|Unconvincing picture number one.|
|Still need a little more convincing?|
|If that doesn't help convince you, we can no longer be friends. There, I said it.|
|Okay, Okay. One more picture because I want to look at it again.|
It may look good in theory but our recipe lovingly borrowed from The Pioneer Woman's website is much better. This one tasted like... an old time, kiss cake type of consistency covered with not enough sweet, sweet milk of the tree kinds. It was gooey in texture and just a damned mess.
|A messy Meh of a mess. Meh, I say.|
And the price?
We'll go back some day, right H1?
|Restaurant address and number for those of you who give a damn.|