When my brother first described pupusas, the flat filling-based bread of El Salvador, he was verklempt, a fine Yiddish word to describe anything from deliriously happy or sad. In this case, let's say these suffed flatbreads made his belly smile. He discovered them...
Scratch the surface in Brooklyn's Red Hook and you find all sorts of things. An old industrial area bordered by a highway and the New York waterway, for years it was a bastion of the city's last factories, as well as populations of working class and poor...
