by Ian Froeb
In my perfect America, tajadas would enjoy the hallowed status of French fries, as appropriate in a steak house as a Happy Meal. You'd be able to buy a basket of tajadas at the movies or the ballpark for $5. (Naturally, a little cup of guacamole for dipping would set you back another $3.)
Of course, what will probably happen is that the evil scientists in the T.G.I. Friday's test kitchen will get their hands on some tajadas, and soon there will be tajadas in hot-wing sauce and Sizzlin' Tajada Platters™ and a sickly sweet banana-daiquiri-esque concoction with a tajada garnish.
What does any of this have to do with Fritanga, the new Nicaraguan restaurant on Jefferson, just south of I-44? Check back here tomorrow -- or hold an all-night vigil outside our printing press and snag the new issue before anyone -- to learn the answer.