Whenever I get tired of watching Hulu, and don't have the heart to cook for my lonely self, I take a walk down my colorful 36 Street. Where indie kids share the streets with homeless, crackheads, Nicaraguans, mechanics and prostitutes.
One of my favorite discoveries since I moved to 36 St. a couple of years ago, right across the street from my home, is the Fritanga HonduNica. Open until late, La Fritanga HonduNica will offer you charming Honduran or Nicaraguan muchachas servers, "Como quieres el cafe, mamol?" and they will always serve it good: warm, foamy and sweet. They also have beer and some delicious tamales that hit the right spot when you you need solids to balance the liquids of the night. They also have batidos and food ready to take for one of the most decent prices of the street. Their soup is internationally known for magically curing hangover, based on the only ancient recipe that has the ability of curing a drunk Catracho.
Enter Hell Bound City Tattoo and enter a new comfortable world of cold a.c. and walls filled of art. I am buddies with Yamel, the G.F. of one of the owners, she is also one of the Shameless Burlesque show girls, which happened to have had a show last Tuesday at Churchill's. Although I missed it I heard it was great as always. I like to pass by and say hi to them whenever I take my nocturnal walks.
If you are a girl and go to the Beer Depot, you will get the utmost customer service. I don't know what happens if you are a guy. But, as a girl you'll get your 12-packs taken to the car as well as complements on your figure. 100% Latin American Hospitality. Their beer variety has been surprisingly increasing and if you don't mind that the 6-packs are cut out from 12-packs with tape holding the bottles, then the prices are not bad at all, especially for that kind of service.
I don't know about their "Karaoke Nights Weekends" but the food at Delicias del Mar Peruano has always done a great service to my demanding appetite. I dont know if they are related to the former Delicias del Mar Peruano, which is now a huge Starbucks but, they have the whole Peruvian deal: ceviches, jalea, lomo saltado and papas a la huancaina. I always order to go, because I don't like the smell of the place and sometimes the air dosen't work. I drink an Inca Kola at the counter while I wait for my order and listen to interesting conversations or talk to the cute Peruvian girl that takes the orders.
The mysterious place of the statues next door, which is always closed, has always incited in me great curiosity. Apparently they make statues, for whom, I don't know, for Cubans I guess since there is a cock and a Jose Marti.
Left overs of when AntiKulture existed, before it became a place where they sell floors. Apparently people do not have enough money to buy art, but they do to buy floors? On top a poster about the Canada vs. Honduras soccer game! I wonder who cares about that?
At Bajareque restaurant they do accept credit cards, unlike at the Fritanga HonduNica, but neither of them sell empanadas, croquetas or pastelitos, which kind of bothers me, what else am I supposed to have for breakfast. The Cubans have not yet arrived to 36 St.
The Corner Night Club has unfortunately closed its doors. The only time i went inside was with my sister Yolanda who was visiting from Caracas and was the only one who had the balls to go have a beer with me on a Tuesday night. Inside is almost as scary as you would think, a pool table, a pregnant tattooed bartender and some kids. Maybe that is why they got closed or they just did not bring the crowds they expected.
If you are not married or not working, you cannot rent this house.
I finally arrived to my destiny Lost and Found where I sipped on Stellas and ate a delicious Club Burrito, while watching Charles Chaplin movies, which are usually on and reading a book. It had been a great walk. The people next to me talked about how much they hated Miami, how they were ready to leave it for Texas and about Real Estate. The kind of conversations my ears block.
36 St. continues all the way to Biscayne, but I usually stop here or next door at Back Yard one of my favorite stores, where everything I buy gets noticed and complemented. Check it out, so it doesn't run the same luck as The Corner Night Club.
Tonite Wednesday: The Debate will be shown at The Arsht Center for Free. There will be booze and the right crowd.
Tomorrow Thursday: JAM at MAM and after documentary Soy Andina at L'Alliance Francais at 7:30 p.m. Drinks, food and the director of the film.