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Nicaraguan Latin Grill

There’s a part of Lexington where a lot of the Latin immigrant population lives. Some locals have taken to calling it Lexico.


Clever.


When you drive through that part of town, the thoughts that come immediately to your mind probably have a lot to do with what kind of person you are. I know one guy for instance that immediately assumes everyone he passes on the street is in this country illegally. This guy is what we call a right-wing douche bag.


I know another guy who can’t drive past the area with out launching into a soliloquy about the hardworking immigrants and what we can learn from them and their culture. This guy is what we call a liberal douche bag.


Then there’s me. I drive through that part of town and want to stop and eat at every broke down looking, ex-Lee’s Famous Recipe building with a shingle out front. I am what we call a hungry douche bag.


Last night, Sara and I visited one such establishment. We’ve made it our mission to try and go out on Friday nights and find restaurants that are new to us. This led us to The Nicaraguan Latin Grill.


Please know, I’ve never had Nicaraguan food before, so I have no idea if what we ate was authentic. I tend to believe it was, after speaking at length with the waitress. What I can tell you, with absolute assurance, though, is that IT WAS AWESOME.


Our waitress recommended we try the Fritanga platter as a way of sampling a lot of different items. It had skirt steak, chicken skewers, fried cheese, pork rinds, plantains, slow cooked pork chunks, beans and rice, slaw, yucca, and blood sausage.

Here’s what it looked like:


Everything was good. Everything. Even the blood sausage, which is basically just pig blood and rice made into a sausage patty. Gross to think about? Yeah, but hotdogs are full of pig anus, so let’s not get all high and mighty, anus eater.


There were also three complimentary salsas. One was made with carrots, onion, and habanero peppers, one was a customary tomato salsa, but reeeeeally spicy, and one was a chimichurri that tasted like God made it. I’ve made chimichurri before and it tasted nothing like this, so I asked the waitress how they made it and she told me. SUCKAH!!


Here’s the salsas:


I don’t know if you like Nicaraguan food, and let’s be honest, you probably don’t know if you do either - but I highly recommend you leave whatever family function, funeral, church service, court hearing you’re at right now and go eat at this restaurant. Sara and will probably be there.