So today I convinced some coworkers to try this new rotisserie chicken place that went in nearby. Although the food wasn’t horrible, we’ve decided never to return… and that Peru had earned some negative publicity from the event:

• Strike 1 - The peruvian pan flute mafia. How else can you explain how they have a crew running in every major city?
• Strike 2 - The apparent total lack of salt in Peru. I read the article they had posted on the wall. The chicken is rubbed with spices and lemons, marinated in wine and stuff for 24 hours, rubbed with spices again, then rotisseried for quite a while… and ALL WITHOUT ANY HINT OF SALT.
• Strike 3 - The horrible music coming out of those crappy speakers. Not much more to say on this.
• Strike 4 - The apparent total disregard for hand hygiene. We’re eating rotisserie chicken. Rotisserie chicken fat is notoriously sticky. Where were the wet wipes?
• Strike 5 - You can’t just claim Marco Polo for the pun! Come on. Sure there is trace evidence of chinese silks in Peru at some point, but do you honestly think Marco Polo snuck off on a multi-month trip to Peru and Peru only? NO!

It’s too bad really. I had high hopes for the place. During lunch we discussed how it’s too bad there are no El Pollo Loco joints in Dallas. That was our hope, but we got Peru’d instead. The only good news about the lunch was that in the middle of it I got a call saying my car will be done tonight after 5. Yay!

Edit:

• Strike 6 - Stomach Fine. Brains Upset. We were mad for hours afterwards!