Balls: La Condesa
Checking out the menu at La Condesa, I scan for words I don’t recognize – “creadillas” pops out at me.
“Que es esto?” I query.
“Testiculos del toro,” the signorita replies, blushing just slightly less than I do.
So that, of course, is what I order.
Now, the arboreal Josephine has recently challenged us all to speculate upon forbidden foods, and I’d say gonads have got to be one of ‘em. Kidneys, hearts, brains, all would probably go down easier.
The omnivorous C2 and I have often joked about making the pilgrimage to the Turkey Testicle Festival – but we’ve never had the…nerve.
So how were the bull balls? Well, they tasted – and had a mouth feel – somewhat like pancreas or thymus, you know, organ-y, with a deep, subterranean tang you’d want to taste only now and again. I’d like to meet a guy who actually likes this dish (and my guess is, it would probably be a guy); it was edible, but it doesn’t seem like a flavor one could crave. But who knows? Different strokes…
Anyway, I just wanted to share this with the team, and I beg you all (GWiv, I’m talking to you) please, no cheap shot double entendres. With this topic, of course, I could have made a few off-color comments, but I don’t do blue: I’m bigger than that (if you know what I mean).
David “And I think you probably do” Hammond
La Condesa
1003 N. Ashland
773.276.5121
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