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!