He goes to Heaven and Crying , "WITH HUNGRY."
Warning: The photos taken at this restaurant were taken in haste; we are dedicated to living the experience, not to showing off.
We decided to visit one of the most eccentric restaurants in the city (with locations in Bogotá, Medellín and Miami) , where the old saying could apply "He who doesn't like broth is given two cups" ; although in Heaven there were 15 and without preamble we say that we liked them all.
A transparent door with a small sign that says “ Heaven ” opens and lets us in, separating the city and its hustle and bustle from a minimalist but spacious place, dim, quiet and surprising, because the feeling that this place gives is one of peace and tranquility; (even if I'm very hungry).
The letter, something totally different, full of emoticons where we had to interpret with the similarity that the WhatsApp emojis . So, we took the risk of ordering one of the two menus offered that night.
Irregular, rustic, heavy and rough-textured dishes were offered throughout the evening, which complemented the woody atmosphere of the place. To start, a hand bath with fake rocks that broke when pressed, secreting a kind of cream from their interior, bathed in hot water and followed by our first dish. A fritter filled with corn; at that moment we understood that the variety of dishes offered would transport us to our roots. Savoring our traditional Colombian food in a different way, then, following that magnificent fritter came blood sausage, yuca and fish crackers with garlic cubes as salt starters and arracacha almojábanas served on “ I love it ” (handmade, Colombian and Panamanian fabrics) as sweet starters; always brought to the table with the preamble of a story, since each dish could only be born from the experience of encountering the strain of our Colombian culture.
Then came the main dishes. Some were extravagant to look at, like the green biche soup accompanied by square black potatoes. Others were subtle and minimalist like a prawn with a touch of squid; but yes, all were absolutely delicious. In conclusion, everything was a game of perception trying to trick the sense of taste, since when seeing each dish the riddle was to guess what our palate would taste. (failing almost every time) .
One of the dishes was accompanied by a book, “ One Hundred Years of Solitude ,” which was left half open waiting for the diners to finish a piece of pork surrounded by yellow butterflies, symbolizing page 20 of that book written by the great Gabo, which was the end of the savory dishes and the beginning of the sweet.
After being a little full, it was necessary to rest. (As a good Colombian, making room for dessert) . We tried yuca sweets with lulo ice cream, cucas with white filling and other combinations that only Heaven could offer us. Feeling like we were tasting a part of each region of our country; ending the evening with a coffee in a Nitrogen atmosphere, capable of freezing the table and time, because it was at that moment that everything came to a standstill.
When we left that place we felt like we carried a part of every corner of Colombia on our palate and there is nothing more gratifying than knowing a little more about our own roots.
So, we can assure that our stories will continue.
