Stop using the word “best.” It’s subjective. Instead, look for these red flags that are actually green flags:
1. The sign is handwritten in a language you don’t understand. Good sign.
2. The place smells of hot oil and onions. Great sign.
3. There’s a single, elderly person behind the counter who looks mildly annoyed at your existence. You’ve hit the jackpot.
Empanadas argentinas de atún: Algunos tips para que queden perfectas - LOOC
Order one. Eat it while standing up. Burn your tongue a little. That’s the price of greatness. Ask yourself: Is this worth telling my friends about?
The “So Bad It’s Good” Empanada
You will also find the monstrosities. The ones from random convenience stores. They look like a burnt, deflated football. The filling is suspiciously pink.
Don’t skip them. They are character builders. They teach you what not to eat. Plus, there’s a 10% chance they’re secretly amazing. That’s the thrill.
I once ate one from a truck stop in rural New Mexico. It was made with canned tuna and a mystery spice. I still dream about it. It was glorious chaos.
