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Number 85: Pupusas from Pupusas Sabor Hispano
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There's hardly anything on the planet that makes me happier than the banter and laughing that comes from the infectiously riotous kitchen at Pupusas Sabor Hispano, a roadside shack in Boulder that turns out the most fantastic pupusas. The made-to-order griddled spheres of masa, enveloping beans, molten white cheese, chicharron and loroco, a Salvadoran spice, are the culinary gods' gift to Boulderites -- and to crashers like me that park myself in a booth and refuse to leave until the crane squad comes to lift me up and away. I love all the pupusas here -- the one swelled with zucchini, the disc stuffed with roasted Anaheim peppers and the orb that's plumped up with fiddle head ferns -- and I'm addicted to the acidic fiery slaw that's the pupusa's proverbial sidekick. After an afternoon here stuffing myself with pupusas, I almost want to move to Boulder. Almost.