That was probably a spoon, partially submerged, in front of my torta ahogada (loosely, "drowned sandwich," with pork carnitas, 61 pesos, or about $3 at the time). But I never had reason to use it — my sandwich was already soaked through with spicy, peppery, tomatoey sauce. That's the whole point of a torta ahogada, whether in a church parking lot or at a full-service restaurant like El Pialadero (which, in addition to the inevitable wad of paper napkins, also supplies a pair of disposable plastic gloves). Afterward, a newfound friend observed that the proper bread for the torta ahogada, a birrote, should be crustier and less susceptible to falling apart. This is not so much an issue if, as I did, you eat your sandwich without a pause.
El Pialadero de Guadalajara
Calle Hamburgo 332 (at Lieja), Mexico City
(one of several locations)
+52 55 5211 7708
www.ElPialaderoDeGuadalajara.mx