I love that even in my very own small city of Grand Rapids, Michigan I can walk into a local establishment and be swept off to another culture for a moment.  I felt this today when on a whim I entered “Pupuseria El Salvador.”  From the not so grandiose entrance, to the mismatched decor, greetings of buenos dìas from behind the counter and the buzz of Spanish filling my ears–a smile swept my face.  I knew that the food was going to be muy bien before my first taste.
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