Bean There, Done That

One scene from the comedy film The In-Laws has etched itself firmly in my memory: An elderly gentleman is sitting in the dentist's chair, arguing with the doctor about why he won't allow his rotten tooth to be pulled. "This tooth has chewed the flesh of beautiful women," he protests. "This tooth knew nothing but beans when we were poor."

The association of beans and poverty is not only legendary but historical. According to Reay Tannahill's Food in History, ancient Greeks and Romans discovered that legumes wouldn't leach nutrients from the soil as grain did, so more annual crops could be produced without having to allow fields to lie fallow every other year. The abundance of chickpeas, lentils, and broad beans caused the upper classes to disdain them -- who wanted common food? -- and the lower classes to thrive on them. The fact that the wealthy also believed beans housed the souls of deceased loved ones only confirms the suspicion of us ordinary folks that too much bean counting addles the brain.

The crusading Greco-Romans spread the word (along with some Scripture): Legumes are the perfect food for the world's poor. Just as every culture has its homeless, every culture also has its native bean. Easy to raise and yielding a plentiful crop, peas and beans have great staying power and travel well. They're nutritious, each little package supplying essential amino acids and dietary fiber. All you need to cook them is water. All you need to eat them is fingers.

Location Info


El Tablazo

6780 Collins Ave.
Miami Beach, FL 33141

Category: Restaurant > Colombian

Region: Mid/North Beach

The canning of food made beans even more available, though somewhat mushy and less enjoyable, depending on the brand and the length of the processing. The late M.F.K. Fisher, who in her essay "X Is for Xanthippe" "confess[ed] to a great liking for canned baked beans," acknowledged in a later description that such treatment of the legume can also result in a "cold, sluggish, hideous tone of mud gray-brown." And then there are those offending oligosaccharides, the complex sugars that cause what Sally and Martin Stone, authors of The Brilliant Bean and The Instant Bean, politely call "the flatulence factor."

No wonder beans have such a bad rap.
What I like about that bit in The In-Laws isn't the confirmation that poor people can't afford anything but beans. I appreciate the juxtaposition of legumes with ladies, the insinuation that beans, like rotten teeth, deserve respect no matter how old and stigmatized they've grown. I agree with the Stones (the bean ones, not the Rolling ones) that "when you pit the slight embarrassment of a little gas in a social situation against the positive health benefits of beans, there's no contest." I admire the assorted colors and sizes of dried beans, which I use to fill up decorative jars. And I adore the flavor of any and all beans, from my Eastern European culture's split peas and lentils to the Far East's mung and soy beans, from the Caribbean's pigeon peas and black beans to the Americas' pinto and kidney.

Which is certainly fortunate for me, because if I didn't like beans, I would have left the ten-month-old Mexican-Colombian restaurant El Tablazo willing to surrender a tooth in exchange for something to eat.

Located on Collins Avenue in the northern reaches of Miami Beach, El Tablazo looks like the sort of friendly joint where you'd love to become a regular. The 30 seats, most of them booths, are covered in plastic like at Grandma's house. The place mats are maps of Florida that depict the sites of various tourist destinations, and the menus are encased in loose-leaf notebooks, with prices that are almost ridiculously low. The first hint of a problem, though, might be apparent by from reading those menus, which are splashed with generic food graphics downloaded from a computer. Most of the multipage list offers Mexican fare, but the Cano family (owner Luz, brother Jaime, sister-in-law Maria, aunt Lucelly, and husband Omar Sanchez), which created the menu, hails from Colombia. The Canos don't have an intimate acquaintance with Mexican recipes, which they added to attract patrons who may not be familiar with South American cuisine. And it shows. Nearly all the Mexican specialties were indifferently prepared. Heritage doesn't necessarily make someone a good cook, however -- the Colombian items, few that there were, fared only slightly better.

The use of beans, corn, and chilies is common to both cuisines, so I guess it's no surprise that the complimentary homemade tortilla chips and salsa were a highlight. Like a well-trimmed wick, the salsa had a slow, steady burn. Heavy on the onions, a creamy, freshly made guacamole went well with both. Best of all were the sides of refried beans, hearty and thick, the pintos blended but not pasty. One of the Colombian platters we ordered featured a similar dish of beans; though these were whole, they were also delicious.

Both cultures produce good soups, and El Tablazo bore this out with a savory, silky bean soup. Cheese was melted throughout a pinto bean puree spiked with tomatoes, cilantro, and onions. Sopa de pollo, a large serving of soothing chicken soup, gleamed under a thin veil of tasty, authentic fat. Add rice to this stock of shredded chicken and carrots and it's Mexican; add potatoes, which is the way I sampled it, and it's Colombian.

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