The bread man double parked outside, and a customer came back in to ask who it was that was blocking his car. After a few minutes the situation was resolved without problem, but I was sitting oblivious to it all, still stunned by the flavor soaked into the meat in my pan con bistec ($5.50, small, below). I had chosen the smaller version only because I had eaten so much already this day, but never again will come with a stomach so full.
There are two options on the menu here to eat, chico (small) and grande (large, $6.50). So the decision process is very easy, and the focus this place has on its pride and joy has gone to good use. As I sat eating my sandwich, I wanted to bring more children into this world so that they too could enjoy it. An exaggeration maybe, but I was almost completely speechless by how good a simple thing could be. The sandwich is stuffed with fries, and I chose the cheese upgrade ($0.50), but probably won't again because the slices of American only served to take away from the beauty of the meat.
The sandwich was perfectly accompanied by the batido de guanabana ($4, below), one of the best versions I have had in New York.