A fortuitous miss of Yorkdale's entrance brought my Colombian friend and I to this place. The little bakery is a one-stop shop and a Colombian nostalgia emporium. The shop is adorned with flags and little religious figurines. In case you are still confused as to where you are, the tv will be showing a Telemundo-type soap or a soccer commentator will be screaming GOOOOOOOOOAL...GOOOOOOOOOAL! The only more stereotypical thing would be for Shakira to be playing in the background.
The treats include a wide variety of breads, pastries, arepas, sausages, and empanadas.
The bacon wrapped sausage tasted very gamey and chewy. The morcilla or blood sausage had a much softer filling with and an interesting spice blend that took my mind away from the fact I was eating blood. The sausages were nicely complemented by the aji, which emerged as a new contender for my favourite hot sauce.
Malt beverage was incredibly rich. It tasted only slightly lighter than drinking pure molases. As my Colombian pal downed the bottle, I had to take it sip by sip.
The bunuelo was possibly the highlight of the feast. The baseball sized cheese-infused dough was hot and fresh so we just could not pass up on it. Golden crispy on the outside, soft and cheesy in the inside. Also for dessert, empanada with a queso fresco and jam filling, which neither offended nor impressed.