Just as flames of passion leapt across the flatscreen throughout my meal at this Salvadoran joint on Federal—which happened to coincide with an especially wacky, mariachi-&-ranchero-filled episode of the telenovela Fuego en el Sangre—so I burned with love for a bowl of seafood soup, or mariscada, that I was told served 1.

Compare the size of the spoon to the size of the vessel. At least 12 cups in there. That’s inching toward a gallon. Es loco!

Read all about it, as well as El Cuscatleco’s pupusas, over at The Mouthful!