I stopped by El Charrito yesterday, not realizing that they're closed on Tuesdays, and decided to try Arturo which is next door. This was my first foray into Bolivian food. It looked crazy. Can't remember what I ordered but it was a huge piece of meat that had been pounded to a quarter inch thin then breaded and fried. On top of that was two fried eggs, and that all sat on a bed of rice and fried potatoes. Pretty darn tasty.
I then had some Irish Pale Ale, a couple Sierra Nevadas and three Flying Dogs. Horrible Nats game, 1-9 loss, but it was a fun evening nonetheless. I decided to stop by my friend Erin's house on my way home to catch up. It's always good to pop in on a friend and share a few moments. As usual I do not think I drank enough water yesterday and have felt it today. The body just doesn't handle things like it used to.
Headed to the game again tonight, hoping for redemption.
I remember now, Silpacho, this pic is pretty close to what it looked like:
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