I need a belt.
So, wow, talk about some instant gratification. I ended up logging off here and running down the street to El Pugarcito, the Salvadoran restaurant. Delicious! The photo of our food doesn't really do the place justice. It looks like a cute little diner when you walk in, with a counter you can sit at. There was a nice girl working the front. She helped me order and suggested I try some papusas. I'd never had a papusa - turns out it's a fried pocket of goodness, sort of a corn dough with a filling. She told me her favorites were the bean & cheese and the pork & cheese so I ordered one of each. I also ordered two pork tamales wrapped in banana leaves. The papusas are a tiny bit greasy and I most enjoyed the pork & cheese one. The tamale was pretty good, very large, very moist. The outside masa bit was softer than I'm used to but very good, the inside a bit of nice pork meat, though not seasoned much. Alongside was a bit of cabbage salad - bland but spicy. It has a vinegary dressing (that spilled - see rest of story), red pepper flakes, carrots and jalapeños. For $8.50 I got dinner for two with a big tamale left. 
Problem is, I'm not sure I'll be going back to El Pugarcito very soon. As I was approaching the door to leave, my shorts. fell. off. Swear to god, my shorts slid down my legs to my ankles. I dropped my bag of food and stood there in my green striped underwear struggling to simultaneously pull up my shorts, pick up my food and get the hell out the door. Losing weight is great but I need a belt.
If I can swallow my pride I'll go back. They offer all sorts of American and Salvador(ian?) breakfast options, sandwiches and hamburgers for lunch and the specials today included (but were not limited to) lengua tacos and burritos.
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Hah! Great story! I guess there really was a full moon last night. ;-)
I didn't see that twist coming! As far as pants fitting, I have the opposite problem. El Pugarcito sounds awesome, it's going on the To-Do list.
I'd go back if I were you. No one would remember your face. Your underwear yes, but not your face.
I had a similar experience at Target when I was about 5 months pregnant. I was in between regular and prego clothes and the Old Navy cords I was wearing were not staying up AT ALL but I didn't notice because the shirt I was wearing had a tight band around the bottom. It wasn't until I couldn't walk properly that I noticed my PANTS FAILURE.
At least you were wearing underwear.
Half full...half full.
Hey there Ms POM,
I stumbled across your blog a while back, and have just finished making my way thru your archive. There have been heaps of times when I felt moved to comment and then realised that what I'd just read was history for you (if not for me!) and my comments would be at best irrelevant and at worst uncomfortable! So I restrained myself until now.
I just wanted to say thanks for sharing yourself and your life with me (and the rest of the interweb!). Your little hybrid is utterly beautiful, and I find myself half in love with your room mate. I think in real life you and I would be friends. :o)
Good luck for all the new adventures ahead, and thanks again!
Nichole
Hahahahahaha!!! I'm with the D. As long as you don't wear those underpants on your head, you should be good to go.
That is so awesome. (I hope you're laughing about it now, and aren't as embarrassed by it as you were at the time! C'mon! I bet you have an adorable ass...)
definitely laughed about this - it was a totally surreal/sitcom moment. i was like, holy shit, did that seriously just happen?
On your recommendation, I took the fam to El Pulgarcito tonite for dinner. Oh my GOD, yummmm. And my picky five-year-old kept asking for more pupusas. I am just a humble reader, a total stranger to you, but I am in your culinary debt. Thanks.
jodi, jodi..
i DO hope you were able to keep your pants on.
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