And the Ultimo also owes me some to be determined amount for the pain and suffering I caused others yesterday for reeking of garlic from the Gwiv (and Zim) endorsed pernil sandwich at San Juan Bakery.
Sometimes, I have been ahead of the curve. A week or so ago when we were leaving La Quebrada, we noticed a non-Mexican couple entering. We figured that almost for sure, we were responsible for them being there. On the other hand, sometimes, I can be awfully late to the party. If you search on chowhound for San Juan Bakery, you will find it mentioned on numerous times by both Zim and the Ultimo, Gwiv. But only recently have I started making regular visits.
Of course, now that I found the place, I cannot get enough of it. Each visit, I want to get pretty much one of everything of their various pastries. I NEVER leave San Juan without at least one quesito, a flaky tube, somewhere between say a baklava and a croisant, filled with either cheese and guava or just cheese. I also very much like these things that I do not know the name, a little open face tart like thing with a coconut mix about the consistency of a warm macaroon, and highlighted with a stripe of guava jelly. The various flans and bread puddings all look great. The one thing I did not like was a majorca, kinda a PR cin-a-bun. The bun itself was good, but the filling a bit too much.
I never had the famed pork sandwich until yesterday. As we all know from Cuban sandwiches, there is something about pressing that bread that makes it oh so good. The sandwich itself, however, is not pressed. Hardly! It is piled high with shredded pork meat, about the same consistency as italian beef, all this meat topped with lettuce and tomato.
I needed to eat this on the run, probably a bad idea given the bulging shape of my sandwich. When I opened it up, a few bits of pork dropped, and I cleared them out. I did not notice the constant drip of garlic mojo until I saw the polka-dot pattern on my pants. I quickly put a piece of paper under the sandwich to guard me, but it was too late. I was a walking garlic bomb the rest of the morning.
San Juan Bakery
3417 N North Avenue
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