One bite and that was all I needed. Why did I think I was going to enjoy a hamburger in Ecuador when I don’t eat hamburgers in America?
We stopped by a night street vendor and ordered maiz, soft potato and cuy. The cuy tasted like pork. I had to forget I was actually eating something my brother brought home as a pet when we were younger. We washed it down with soda. It was very greasy and delicious.
A painting in a Cuban restaurant