Have you tried everything in San Salvador?

Eat boiled cassava topped with crispy pork belly at room temperature, a market-stall staple, not a restaurant dish.

Watch a street vendor tower mayo, ketchup, mustard, salsa inglesa and cheese onto roasted corn without flinching.

Sit at a cheap comedor before 9 AM for this cow's-foot soup breakfast locals swear cures hangovers.

Multi-generational family lunch is non-negotiable here, decline an invite and you'll get real confusion.

Arrive at the crater-rim restaurants before the heat and crowds, coffee tastes better at 1,800 meters.

Locals spend weeks crafting colored-sawdust street carpets for Holy Week, then walk them into oblivion on purpose.

Walk the colonial core to the Metropolitan Cathedral, where Archbishop Romero's tomb draws quiet, steady visitors.

Locals call themselves Guanacos after the llama's cousin, fierce national pride despite a hard-fought history.

This derby divides the nation more than politics, catch it at Estadio Cuscatlán if the dates line up.

Browse indigo-dyed textiles and Fernando Llort-style crafts at fixed prices with some room to negotiate.

Join young professionals filling outdoor terraces from Thursday through Saturday, bars run until 2 AM.

Ride alongside local cycling groups who claim the roads early Sunday before traffic returns.