As if the flauta itself isn't already the perfect blend of crispy, crunchy, gooey, and yummy, the fine folks at the Screaming Goat drench the darned things in a piping hot, screamingly good, brothy red sauce. The style is called "ahogada" (drowned), and its version is fit for goatherds and kings alike. What could be better? How about 75-cent (?!) flautas on Thursdays and Sundays, daily beer specials, and an adorable, old house atmosphere? And fret not, your meal will never be interrupted by horrific bleating: Goat is not even on the menu.
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