Like a taste of holidays and childhood

Like a taste of holidays and childhood


It's Sunday noon. I have to do a quick errand at Sabor Latino; pick up supplies of Tajin spices to slip into my daughter's backpack before she returns from her father's house with her brother. 

She only eats her fruit sprinkled with Tajin – that seasoning made from sweet pepper, sea salt and lime – and freshly squeezed lime juice. Were you down south during spring break? If you haven't eaten it, you haven't left your resort! Haha! But no, I'm kidding. You did well to rest. Me, I was working. Make your kids try this snack. Watch out for them, because you're going to steal their portion.

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In this large neighborhood grocery store, you can find a bit of each Latin American country: Peru, El Salvador, Argentina, Mexico and Chile, for example. The Pabon Guerrero family, of Colombian origin, also offers meals prepared on site, to take away or to enjoy in their cafeteria with a view of the Latin American fauna of Plaza St-Hubert. Those who know me know that I always have everything in my fridge to make tacos for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Of all the places where I can get my supplies to make my salsas and find the best cheeses to grate on my tortillas, this is an address where authenticity is guaranteed.

Warm your heart

Promise me you'll get your feet wet at Sabor Latino, as I do every time I go there to get my dose of authentic Latin American products. I always stop at the entrance, at the first fridge, to grab a box of Chilean chicken empanadas that I slip into my son's lunches. They are frozen and once baked at home, even my mom would have thought I made them myself. It was one of our traditions. On Saturdays when I was a child, we cooked them as a family.

The Latina atmosphere

I also draw memories from it, fun and an irrepressible urge to dance. When I turn the corner of rue Bélanger and find myself on Plaza St-Hubert, I start to wiggle my hips like a wannabe Shakira. As soon as I open the door, I am greeted by the gallantry of Latino customers, I hear the music playing loudly between the aisles of the grocery store. Suddenly, I feel like I'm in my other home, in Chile or Punta Cana, on a chicas trip or on the beach as a couple, in the streets of ” CDMX “, the ciudad de México, my favorite capital.

Practice your Spanish

The names of all ingredients and foods are written in Spanish. Everyone speaks Spanish out loud. “Niños! No toquen los sweets! » (Kids, don't touch the sweets!) “ Nos faltan huevos y compremos chuletas también. » (We're running out of eggs and buying pork chops, too.) All of this against a Bad Bunny backdrop, of course. You are going to shazamate on a medium time to create your playlist “Sabor Latino ”