CK was feeling well enough to drink some chicken soup by the end of our first day in Cusco, but she didn't want to risk her tummy on anything more than that. So AG, my sister, and I went out for dinner on our own. AG and I had a craving for fried rice, since we kept seeing signs for it all over the city when we explored it during the day.
The first place we came across with fried rice was Los Angeles:
We got our fried rice or arroz chaufa at S/.6 or $2 per plate:
My sister refused to eat the fried rice because she said she could tell it wouldn't be any good. Instead, she got a quarter roast chicken or pollo a la brasa with fries:
We should have listened to her. The rice was cooked the Peruvian way, slightly hard, and wasn't exactly appetizing. Thank goodness for free sauces:
We basically had to douse our rice liberally with sauce to be able to enjoy it. The chicken, on the other hand, was very tender and juicy, though a bit on the salty side.
We actually didn't notice the name of the restaurant until after we finished our meal. On our way out the door, we finally saw the sign and immediately felt a sense of shame. I still can't believe we went all the way to Peru from California to eat at a restaurant called Los Angeles.
Plaza San Francisco 349, Cusco, Peru
+51 947 878 712