it’s not barbecued cuy, but I love the arroz frito over at Manolos. still, i don’t like that the staff allows street people to come inside and grift me when i’m eating.

This morning i wave off the usual suspects before a young boy stops in. when it comes to street urchins I’m a soft touch. i can’t blame a kid just because his idiot parents have pimped him out. read more»