This street is a trip on a Friday night. Two out of three businesses are churches, all 10% full, all belting out Spanish hymns at the same time. The pupusas were good and the service was friendly. They serve their curtido and hot sauce in little baggies that reminded me of dime bags. It made me laugh. «Duuuude …you got a fat bag o’ curtido?» Sadly the curtido was flavorless and I found a big chunk of paper in my bag. Yelch. The champurado was wonderful though. Mild and silky smooth, saved ‘em from a 2 star review.