Nice meal, nice restaurant, nice town. Fresh, perfectly grilled trout. Popcorn appetizer. You wouldn't believe the price if I told you.
They place a dish of cooked critter center table with head intact and two jutting beaver teeth. Its eye catches each of us.
Cuy or guinea pig. You know, little Squeaky that ran his wheel in the middle of the night or bounced around the house in his clear plastic ball.
I'll try it but remember that we visited the live animal market presented by the indigenous people.
Everything there including live cuy picked up by the neck and tested for plumpness. Kittens and puppies too but I refuse to believe that they are anything but pets.
I couldn't eat cuy.
Meal's over but no check. We approach the cashier, tell her what we ate, and pay.
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