Last night I went to a FANTASTIC Peruvian restaurant with some FANTASTIC people for my birthday. It wasn't until well into the night that I realized that I turned 22 in Peru, at Machu Picchu, and I turned 26 in a Peruvian restaurant named Machu Picchu. Oh, funny stuff. The place was great, and they had all the stuff I remembered eating in Peru: the chancha (or, “inside out popcorn” as a friend described it)
It's kind of like corn nuts. Kind of....
and mote pelado (or, as I call it, “big corn” because, surprisingly, it's big).
We ate a lot of corn in Peru. Also, they made their rice into weird rice molds just like I remember.
And also they had JUICE. I was so crazy excited about the juice. In Chile and Peru they drink juice all the time, and it's way better than any juice that I've ever encountered here. It's thick and has froth on top (in a delicious way, not in a gross way), and I've been dreaming about it for the past 4 years. I order juice every time I visit a Latin American restaurant and it's always lame regular juice, but this place knows what they're doing. We asked the waiter how he made it, and he said he takes whole fruit and puts it in the blender with some water – how easy! So I guess it's more like a smoothie than juice? Whatever, I need to find a pineapple right now.
They also had things like pisco sours and ceviche, neither of which I like but I had to mention since they're so Peruvian.
Enjoying great food with great people really made my day. In the past year and a half I have met the most awesome people here, and I love Boston!
PS, yes, apparently this has turned into a food blog.