Delighted of experiences I have found myself in within Ecuadorian Restaurants in locations in Brooklyn, I ventured to such in Queens, in Corona.
I been to Corona a few times, and some side streets and even on the main streets no white people. Perhaps a demographic to come to many parts of the US, if you read population projections for this country. One editorial in a recent NYT by David Brooks pointed this out (NYT Nation of Mutts, 6/28/13).
El Dorado 102-02 roosevelt
Just below 103 is was the 目标 (mubiao) or target, a venue I had past days prior, after taking food at one of Castro's rejectionist.
So, the lure of this place was its nature. Ecuador and nothing more.
A TV tuned to the premiere Spanish language station for Latina Americans some distances towards the ceiling by the back. TV News and serial drama can be viewed depending on time of day or night. It is not intrusive at all, but provides some media for the customers.
The kind attractive and intelligence waitress, seeing that I am not of Ecuador or of Latin America, nor Mexicana, brought to me a rather large spoon full of the juice for the Chevichi de Concha Negra (Black Conch), as she knew that this is not something in any form part of an American diet. She did not have to do this, but shows that she takes care in all costumers. I am no taller than an Ecuadorian, but with a Mediterranean look, and no Spanish, its a dead give away.
I ordered this Negro Concha and it was so delicious.
In tandem with this dish, I found it necessary to try a soup. With Blood Sausage Soup, Cow Feet Soup, and Catfish Soup the choices that stand out from the usual soups containing plantain, shrimp, fish chowder, pork or seafood, this was quite a narrowed selection.
I initially opted for the blood sausage and was met with slight distress as if the waitress was again, as naturally so, left to the stereotype that "does he know what that is". Hence she has a good understanding of the American diet....being very boring, and leaving most Americans without the delights of these other foods.
Anyway, I opted for the cow feet soup. I eat much pig feet in Chinatown and in Asia, but the cow feet is something I have found limited to Bangladesh and Dominican places and the like.
This dish, Caldo de Pata, was amazing. There were items swimming in its bottom that looked like some Aztec cultivated things. Large corn like items as well. But the cow feet had a thick delicious clear fat like flesh that was just a joy to eat, and plenty of it. The bones were included.
I am wondering what Julian Assange eats in London, at the Ecuadorian Embassy. Does he order out for delivery? That would be a shame.