From Crime to Cuisine: Dining in the New Colombia

Fueled by local produce, exotic ingredients, and an influx of foreign chefs, a food scene is redefining an entire nation

Before I left for Cartagena, Colombia, my father was firm: Even if I could avoid being kidnapped during my vacation, lots of dangerous drug "mules" would, of course, accompany me on the return flight.

While stereotypes of Colombia remain stuck in the 1990s, that country has moved on. The northern coastal city of Cartagena, long a vacation spot for Colombians, has blossomed over the last five years into a major culinary and cultural destination. Many of its best restaurants have opened in just the past two years, some by chefs fleeing economic collapse in the so-called First World.

Isolated for decades by some real dangers, lots of bad PR, and endless squabbles with nearly all its neighbors, Colombia has become rather self-sufficient. Nowhere is this more apparent than at the dinner table. It did not surprise me that the odd species of fish on my plate were local—caught in the saltwater of the Caribbean north, or in one of many freshwater lakes. The vegetables were grown in the cool mountainous areas, or the tropical coast, or, as climatically appropriate, somewhere in-between. Chicken, beef, pork, even lamb—also all raised here.

Now the part that's embarrassing for an American whose country no longer makes its own baseballs. The silverware on the table is made in Colombia. As are all the plates, cups, saucers, and other china. The tablecloths, the paper napkins, the glassware, the flowers in the centerpiece? All Colombian. The excellent balsamic vinegar is "de Baranquilla," not "di Modena." You get the idea. It's as if Colombia is a green-nik fantasy universe where all food is locally produced, and nothing is imported from China—a neat commercial arrangement the U.S. could use now.

The foods are quite fresh, of necessity. The distribution system, such as it is, often means bringing vegetables, meat, and dairy products from (apologies for perpetuating this phrase) farm to table. Here this is done simply so it won't spoil. There are few nitrogen-flushed, refrigerated mega-trucks (the roads couldn't support them anyway), and tolerance for less-than-fresh is quite low.

There are scores of fruits that are seldom found elsewhere. Lulo captivated me. About the size of a billiard ball, it has a smooth green-orange skin, with the texture and pliability of a tomato. The lulo looks a bit like a persimmon, until you cut it open: the tart seedy fruit is bright green, and arranged in a weird geometry of also-edible orange flesh. The taste is like a powerful combination of lime, tangerine, and rhubarb. Put into a blender with water and sugar, lulo makes a refreshing (and alarmingly green) drink: jugo de lulo. Sliced thick and roasted with fish, it imparts a complex citrus flavor, and (unlike the lemons we often use for this purpose) is itself a tasty addition to the plate. Lulo gelato, as the sun sets and the heat breaks, is sublime.

Níspero fruit is apricot-shaped. It has a color somewhere between orange and coffee (inside and out) and sweet, distinctively flavored flesh. It makes a popular pale-orange meringue—a staple at many a Cartagena bakery and a pedestrian and promiscuous version of its delicate French counterpart: it's sweeter, denser, and crunchier, almost weatherproof against the heat and humidity. There are too many other fruits to enumerate. But it's so fun to try: silky mamey, a leather-skinned rugby ball with a succulent red and orange interior; black sapote (zapote negro), called "chocolate fruit" for its taste and color; other colors of so-called zapotes; sweet, spiky soursop (guanabana); odd slurpy honeyberrys (mamoncillos), lychee-like fruits that pop out of leathery green acorn-skin; and red "tree tomatoes" (tomates de arbol), which, of course, are not tomatoes (and don't resemble them at all).

The more familiar tropical fruits are also abundant. Also available—everywhere—are familiar vegetables: carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, yellow and white onion, celery, okra, even blueberries—none of which is imported. Here they're often sweeter, more aromatic, and with deeper colors that persist through cooking. Celery here is sold, as I believe it was in some past Golden Age in North America, with the leaves still on.

Cartagena is simply a great a place to eat. Have you ever tried pig that has been raised on raw coconut? Quite good. Ditto Chinese food where the greens are hibiscus leaves. When you connect Cartagena to the rest of the world, interesting becomes amazing.

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Ike DeLorenzo writes about food and culture for the Boston Globe and other publications. He edits The Ideas Section, a blog on food, technology, and language.

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