On Friday, Saturday and Sunday in the Park Pocollay Peru was a party. I admit that I wanted to go because I hate the crowds, however I accepted the request of my wife and we left with my two kids, four and two years to sample the delights promised. As we had no free passes or more than 60 years, waited almost 45 minutes in a timid sun, crammed into the queue to enter. Roces, cheeky colones never absent, fatigue, boredom , children, nothing mattered much at that time, because we believed that the reward would be good.
Entering at last, everything was really a party, uniform stand of colors, a large stage, an entertainer known people eating in all the tables, people walking from one side to another, people sitting in the gardens, the riquísmos people drinking pisco sours, people trying to find a seat available, people pushing, people slipping into long lines to buy a dish, people, people and more people. A real festival.
Fortunately, by the sense of orientation that has my wife, we found in quite a few minutes two newly vacant seats and sat down. It was almost one in the afternoon and we had some hunger. Let the good flavors, I thought. Time to eat.
How good pack hunter, the male Alpha, I went to find lunch. After twenty minutes back up and head down, as the two required courses for my wife I could not get: suck shrimp and stuffed hot pepper. If someone tell me tasted like they were, because my lack of patience do not allow me even feel your aroma. The crowd, pushing, stomping, the queues in any order, all played against my purposes.
not got the rack of lamb or the guinea pig or chactado charquicán, the stands where they sold were literally busting, so I had to resign with a pig apricot sauce and mashed racacha pepián rice and a hare, dishes pleasant but cold, very cold.
My little experience in this type of event was that, like most, to acquire portions of five suns in the hope of tasting various dishes and fill not just one. Big mistake. I had to return several times to try to buy not what I wanted but I could. The last dish I got was the famous soup carapulcra dry, and do not ask me how was I prefer silence rather than hurt susceptibility to the views of my inexperienced palate.
After all, already quite tired of the hustle and the Bandit II that do not respect the turn of arrival and fatigue from several vendors whose vibe was starting to become evident, I decided simply to buy and try several choripanes something to save our failed adventure in dining.
I know people that went really well, which made his tail without protest, which bore the brunt of others with honor, who had the patience to wait for a bowl over half an hour. Admirable people actually envy your stamina, strength, fighting ability in pursuit of the chosen dish. I could not.
The event, understood as I have received more than 25 000 people, certainly was well presented, clean servers were flawless, each time collecting the spoils as a speed never seen before there was security, there were many participating restaurants, pretty girls of host and above all had cooks or chefs renowned national and international exhibiting the best of his art. Tacna was for three days in eyes of the country as a good initiative PromPerú. Congratulations and our food live forever, one of the best in the world.
My personal opinion is something else, not very important but if validity. I reserve the visit to another event of this magnitude, and if I at least before lunch, because you want to buy the dish in the brothel of yesterday just left me forever and was cured to the highest point neurosis and impatience, and some know me. I was about to end up like Jack Torrance in the movie The Shining. The retreat saved me from insanity.
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