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Chicken and Fries

July 9, 2008

After several hours cleaning the house this afternoon, there was no way we were gonna cook or eat in this place. So we treated ourselves to The Girlie’s favorite restaurant– and perhaps favorite place, period– Peruvian Chicken and Steak. Otherwise known around our house as ‘Chicken and Fries!’. Every time we drive by the establishment on our way here or there, she cries out like Mel Gibson in Braveheart: “Chicken and Fries!”. As we headed out the door to the dream destination, she practically ran to the car, then began a continuous chorus for the entire 10 minute drive: “yada, yalla, wata, jubba, Chicken and Fries”. Such was her excitement that, even while sitting at Chicken and Fries inhaling huge handfuls of Chicken and Fries, she continued to chant, “Chicken and Fries, Chicken and Fries, Chick-en and Fa-Ries!”

Fortunately for her parents, it really is delicious. And tonight, for the first time ever, we actually crossed the metaphorical fence and tried the steak. Verdict? Unbelievably scrumptious. We’re a long way from never going there again.

Just to top off our otherwise sparkly evening, she even graced us with her first “I love you, Mommy!” (I expect the Daddy version shortly), and did her first solo of the chorus that’s sweeping the nation. Complete with her own chirpy “churchbasementroadshow.com!

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4 Responses to “Chicken and Fries”

  1. maria says:

    Sweet story. Steak sounds great. When we finally make it to DC to visit y’all, we’ll treat you to a meal there.

    BTW, you’ve been meme’d. See my blog. Make us proud.

  2. Maggie says:

    I could really go for some of that Peruvian chicken and some yucca and some of that yummy sauce. I really miss you guys.

  3. Anonymous says:

    Peruvian chicken dipped in that orange sauce is truly a drug. “Pollo a la Brasa” may as well be a gang sign. ; )

    *salivating*
    -Matt M

  4. kate says:

    I see my husband has been here before me … I was going to say, it’s nice to see he’s not the only one for whom ‘clean kitchen’ means ‘eating out.’ (what can I say, though — he’s the one who usually cleans it. Fair enough.)

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