El Guanaco Bakery Y Cafe

I don’t know what the cream-​filled puff pastry thingy is called, nor do I really care. However, it is among the great things that have passed by my taste buds.

If I met Guatemala randomly in a crowd, it would call me out and then disown me for being a horrible Latina. I apologized to the nice lady, in Spanish, for the state of my horrible Spanish. She in turn apologized in English, and we were even.
The menu isn’t listed here, I had to ask what other things they offered aside from what I could see in the pastry case. I specifically asked if they had tamales, and she said «yes, but Salvadorean, and not Mexican.» This is a good thing, considering it is a Salvadorean bakery and I wanted to see if there was a difference between the two banana/​corn husk wrapped bits of corn and chicken goodness.
My tamale was good sized, not too hot temperature wise or spice wise. There was a bone in the middle, maybe this place doesn’t like me. It tasted fine, but it isn’t something I’ll wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat for.
The cake was more like a pudding. It was one of those slices that looks as though it has been covered in glaze and the inside will taste like a crazy awesome cinnamon bun. It didn’t taste like I’d imagined, but I wolfed the thing down in less than a minute.
I think if I had to file this restaurant it would be under the «I just walked my ass up 7^th avenue and I deserve some sort of pastry because my quads are friggin killing me.» To me, this is a good category to reside in. I hope El Guanaco feels the same.