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Mr. Trunky Laughy Face,
lurking in the shadows |
It was an unseasonably warm day-before-Halloween when we made our trip to Las Bugambilias, so we made the wise decision to sit outside and enjoy the weather and people-watching. What we did not expect was to make a friend with our sometimes inanimate neighbor, who we lovingly named Mr. Trunk Laughy Face*. This little guy was a dancing, laughing, spooky tree that was triggered by a motion sensor. He managed to go off about once a minute, which we found especially amusing as we waited for the rest of our party to join. Luckily, we had a wonderful waitress decked out in beautiful Day of the Dead make-up who temporarily disabled him for us, although I did start to miss his spooky laugh later into our meal.
*We had several other names for him, but we couldn't quite settle (or remember) all of them. This will have to stand as our substitute for now.
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I could go for one of these
right now, actually |
I had heard many good things about Las Bugambilias, so I was excited to try it out. We had a nice collection of friends as McKenzie was in town for Halloween/birthday shenanigans with myself and Erin, Steph brought Pavlov, and Scott had requested all the way back at the beginning of our blog to join us on this spot. We squeezed around a circular table and proceeded to order drinks. I went with a hibiscus margarita. I was impressed with the volume-to-price ratio - it was a rather large glass, and it was tasty and strong to boot. I would come back here just for margaritas, and that's before even getting to the food.
As it was Sunday, there was a brunch option that included a buffet of many different food items. One of the downsides of this option was that any of the main dishes available at the buffet were not available for individual order. In my case, I really wanted chilaquiles, but that was a buffet offering so I could not order it individually. But in the end, why would I go with one dish when I could get a plethora of food offerings? So I went with the buffet. And it was a wise choice. Once everyone else's meals arrived, I went inside and piled my plate full of deliciousness.
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I'm pretty sure this is when Steph was
explaining how the patron Saint of
Mexico City looks like a vagina |
On the docket were those sought after chilaquiles (my best description is breakfast nachos - tortilla chips with salsa, fried egg, pulled chicken, and crema fresca), oat pancakes, scrambled eggs with veggies, potatoes, refried black beans and some Day of the Dead bread. Everything was delicious. The chilaquiles were exactly what I was craving - the salsa verde was refreshing and flavorful and the pulled chicken fell apart in your mouth. The pancakes had a nice sweetness to them that wasn't overwhelming, but good enough to eat without syrup (this is a big deal for me - I usually drench my pancakes in maple syrup). The scrambled eggs, beans and potatoes were equally good - nothing life-changing but certainly done with the right balance of flavors. Erin and I split a sugar-dusted Day of the Dead piece of bread - it was good if a little dry (but I am not sure if this common or not for this style of bread). I left feeling satisfied, and I know everyone else did too, as there were raves all around the table. I would definitely return here for not just margaritas, but for food as well.
Las Bugambilias
148 South Street
Philadelphia, PA
(215) 922-3190
As it was Sunday, there was a brunch option that included a buffet of many different food items. One of the downsides of this option was that any of the main dishes available at the buffet were not available for individual order. In my case, I really wanted chilaquiles, but that was a buffet offering so I could not order it individually. But in the end, why would I go with one dish when I could get a plethora of food offerings? So I went with the buffet. And it was a wise choice. Once everyone else's meals arrived, I went inside and piled my plate full of deliciousness.
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