El Cazador

In a continuation of Danny’s birthday and all the things he loves, tonight we went to dinner at a restaurant that specializes in chicken.


Actually the word “restaurant” might be too fancy to describe this place which was more of a roadside food stand. It’s called “El Cazador” which means The Hunter. Their napkins feature an image of a hunter, his bloodhound and a fully cooked chicken.


We sat outside.


Brian ordered a Coke Zero and we split a large, cold beer.


Patrick liked hanging like a monkey and watching traffic, especially buses and taxis.


We ordered a whole chicken and some French fries.


Danny devoured a chicken leg.


Patrick traded his plate of chicken and french fries for a plate full of only french fries. He later ate his chicken too, once he learned it could get him a juice box.


The food was great and we had a nice time!

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