The empanadas at Ruben’s Empanadas are perfect for hangovers. I think I’ll leave that as both a recommendation and an explanation for the lack of updates this weekend.
This food brings me back to my inner-city youth, it does. When I worked in my mom’s boutique in Williamsburg back in high school, a certain empanada salesman would come in every day at around 4:00pm. He gave me three choices among the veritable empanada medley in his Igloo cooler: chicken, beef, or cheese; each a dollar fifty. Without fail, I would choose the cheese option (since I was a vegetarian then) and he would say, “You sure you don’t want beef?” Why beef? If someone’s really pushing the beef option, it seems kind of suspicious.
Eventually, he stopped coming around and eventually my mom’s business went under thanks to her partner’s unethical business practices. I graduated from empanadas and moved onto octopus balls. But that’s for another update.
