I wondered if I could walk in and reel in my own trout – they have restaurants like that in Asia (so I’ve read) – freshest fish dinner ever!
After our terrible meal and good Jello, HBBF and I discussed something that had been on my mind the entire trip. I wanted cuy. He was game (ha) to try it, though BF and HB both were like, no, no way, not even close. We’d looked at restaurants in Cusco, but they all seemed so expensive relative to how much other food was. But finally, HBBF said this was pretty much our last opportunity – or one of them – to try it before we left Peru. Freddy told us this place next to the hot springs was really good, so we climbed – yes, more steps – to this restaurant.
(Side note: I was looking at earrings at the place next to this, and dropped one from the rack. I bent down to pick it up and focused on picking up the small earring before my eyes focused directly to the right of my hand where a GIANT MOTH was sitting. I screamed and jumped back, to BF’s amusement and the proprietor smiled a little as well. FAIL though my handmade earrings were 5sols)
It was empty, and they tried their hardest to convince us to come in. We’d already made up our minds, but whatever. In we trooped and ordered the cuy, roasted.
Peeking into the oven to see what was in there.
A zoom in shot… can’t really see what’s going on. I thought it was cut into pieces.
In the meantime, we had some bread.
Rice and potatoes came as well, though I avoided these.
After what seemed like a very long time, our cuy arrived.
And I proceeded to take lots of pictures from every angle.
Those little ears were crispy deliciousness, I tell you.
And how did it taste?
Well, here’s the requisite shot of me eating my first bite. Not a great picture but it gets the point across.
The verdict: the taste is inoffensive, bland meat with the texture of pork. It’s too much work for too little payoff. The above is my plate at the end; parts of the skin were super crispy and other parts were a bit too chewy to eat. Part of me feels like the enjoyment must be in the eating, the social aspect of sitting around eating cuy; much like eating crabs at home for me, with my family. A lot of people tell me that eating crabs is too much work with too little meat/payoff; but I do it anyway, because it isn’t about eating until you’re full, it’s about sitting around the table with my family and chatting and eating the yummy bits of meat, small as they may be.
I’m glad I tried it, but I don’t see the need to seek it out again. It wasn’t amazing enough for that much work… maybe if I grew up eating it, I’d have fond memories of it that would compel me to eat it more often. The cost is also pretty high relative to the other food available everywhere. I do, however, feel the need to point out that BF actually decided to try a small piece, and didn’t spit it out or otherwise react strongly and negatively. He took a small piece from me and ate it, but agreed that there was nothing particularly special about it and that it was unnecessary to eat again.
an experience that I don’t regret but don’t feel the need to recreate