Dave’s View: Andrea and I seem to forget sometimes why we started this food blog. We were reminded by visiting Sazon Catracho on Lyndhurst and 1oth Street in Indianapolis the other day. This place is local, ethnic, and foremost honest. It’s a restaurant that would scare most Hoosiers who live in this state, but there is absolutely no reason to be scared.
This is a food adventure. Get out of your comfort zone and try some new and exciting food! In fact, you might find out that some of the food will remind you of other foods you’ve eaten in the past, but on a different perspective. Sazon Catracho is located on the tropical corner(El Rincon Tropical per their sign)of Lyndhurst and 10th Street in the area where Mug N’ Bun is located. Yes, the place looks “sketchy”, but that just means the food will be better. There is plenty of parking and for some reason, Urbanspoon calls this place Sazon Catracha, with an “a” at the end. I believe it’s a typo.
I’m only going by what the sign states, plus looking up what Catracho means on the web, means a person from Honduras, so the place is called Sazon Catracho and not Sazon Catracha. Why am I making such a big deal about this? Because the place serves Honduran food. It’s the only place in Indianapolis that serves Honduran food. Sazon Catracho is the Seasoning Honduran? Translations are not my “thing”, but I think I’m close. So let’s go inside shall we?
This place looks like a restaurant straight out of Granada in Nicaragua. A combination of reds and greens and a conglomeration of chairs, lattice, and bare wood. Nothing classy, just sit down and eat the food. The food will save the day, don’t worry.
Our server was friendly and answered our stupid questions about their food. The menu is in Spanish and English and our server spoke English very well, so you don’t have to point at the menu. I technically, ordered three items, two of them are the same food type with different stuff inside them, and the other item is totally different. First off, is the Pupusa. I ordered a Queso Pupusa and a Chicharron Pupusa. Yes, I know, it a Salvadorian dish and I’m in a Honduran restaurant, what gives, Dave? They’re Pupusas, that’s what gives? They are tasty and addictive. I’ve had Pupusas at 3in1 restaurant, Casa Maria, and now at Sazon Catracho, and I’m sorry 3in1 and Casa Maria, Sazon Catracho has the best Pupusas. They are flatter, crispier and cooked all the way out to the edges. The Queso Pupusa is gooey inside and as you get to the outer edges of Pupusa it gets crispier. The Chicharron Pupusa is not what you think it is. It’s not pork rinds stuffed inside a Pupusa. Even though that sounds tasty, the Chicharron, in this case, stands for shredded pork. Nicely seasoned and melts in your mouth. Excellent Pupusas!!!
Now the next dish is a Honduran dish. It’s fried plantains with ground beef. I forgot to write down the Spanish name for this dish from the menu, but what does it matter? You probably know what fried plantains and ground beef are and you’re probably having a disgusted look on your face as you just read “fried plantains and ground beef.” But don’t. Fried plantains and ground beef go well with each other. Absolutely fantastic combination. You get two fairly large plantains with seasoned ground beef on top of them. The season on the ground beef is light and one of a kind. The beef is not greasy, so don’t worry about soaking your plate with grease. The combination of the beef and the sweetness of the plantain is a match made in Heaven. A true food adventure dish! If you want to wake up your life, go to Sazon Catracho and order the plantains and ground beef. Your taste buds and spirit will be lifted!
Food: 9.5 Service: 9.5 Ambiance: 7 Total: 26 out of 30
$30-$40 with adult beverages. It’s very affordable food!
Andrea’s View: I’m sure you have noticed that Dave and I haven’t been blogging as frequently as usual. Well, truth be told, Dave and I were getting a little bored with the Indianapolis ethnic food scene. We have eaten hundreds of tacos, sushi rolls, bowls of pho, kimchi, jerk chicken, Jamaican patties, dolmades, swarma, collard greens and the like. Not to mention chicken feet, beef tongue, tripe, pig knuckles, fish heads, and other animal parts I would like to forget. We’ve eaten these culinary delights in all sorts of dining spaces in all different sorts of neighborhoods, and I thought we had exhausted them all. And then Dave finds Sazon Catracho on West 10th Street listed on Urbanspoon. It’s Honduran food, and it’s new. Well then, I guess we should check it out.
So once again, Dave and I plug-in the Garmin and head off to the West side. We arrived at an unassuming, albeit very colorfully painted building on the Northeast corner of 10th and Lyndhurst. They have a tiny private parking lot, and modest sign with their name on it, and most importantly, a neon open sign. Dave and I looked at each other and nodded. This is our kind of place.
We walk in and there is no one else in the dining room. A woman pops out from around the corner, and I asked if we could sit anywhere. She said have a seat and she gave us some menus. She also asked if we wanted beverages, and she listed some Latin/Hispanic specialties. Dave asked, “Cerveza?”, and she replied, “Modelo, or Corona?” Great, we’re off to a good start.
I look through the menu and I notice a word that I have never seen before: Baleadas. There is a picture, but that still did not tell me what it was, so I tried to order the beef stew. Our nice server/cook/Honduran ambassador, told me that beef stew is a weekend offering. I asked her what Baleadas were and she pointed to the picture. Of course, that clears things up, I’ll have the Baleadas with chorizo, egg, beans, and avocado. She asked me how many did I want. In the picture, the Baleadas look like the size of tacos, so I say, “Give me two, and I’ll have a side of plantains.” She gave me a strange but polite look and went to cook our food. Yes, I typed that right, she went to cook our food. Dave’s pupusas came out first and piping hot, and about five minutes later out came my Baleadas. Our plantains came out a short time after that. I know that I have complained in past blogs about entrees not arriving at the same time, but today I did not mind. I knew she was making each dish individually on the spot.
But let me get back to my Baleadas. They are not the size of tacos. They are the size of dinner plates. And do not eat them with a knife and fork. Our server/cook/Honduran ambassador told me that you eat them with your hands. They are a Honduran street food. Fold it up like a New York slice of pizza and put that yummy goodness in your mouth. This Baleada thing was just about the best thing I have ever eaten. It’s like a breakfast burrito on steroids. (I actually wanted to reference a different drug, but Dave would have censored me) And that order of plantains? A foot long plantain with refried beans and queso fresca on top. Amazing. So much food, so little stomach space. So I took some home. And guess what? It was just as good the next day.