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Years ago, Bri used to work in Watertown and he would go to Casa de la Pedro for lunch all the time. He would exclaim “I love their chicken. It is Damn Good Chicken!” My response was, “It’s chicken, how good could it be?”


After all, there’s a reason people say, “it tastes like chicken,” as a way to describe other meats. It’s because chicken is a synonym for bland, tasteless and boring. I seldom order chicken (unless it fried chicken) because it’s usually dry and flavorless.


After much cajoling, I tried the Damn Good chicken (Pollo a la Brasa is the actual name of the dish) and I shocked at how good it was. I had to admit that Bri was right; this chicken was Damn Good. When Bri left his job in Watertown, he got all weepy about the fact he would no longer have Damn Good Chicken close by.


The Boston Globe had a tidbit about a new restaurant in Union Sq, Machu Picchu Charcoal Chicken & Grill ((Not to be confused with the main Machu Picchu restaurant across the street), which specializes in Pollo a la Brasa. The chicken is marinated for 24 hours before being spit-fired over coals. My friend Billy is a lover of chicken; the man orders chicken everywhere he goes. So, it was easy to convince him to go to Machu Picchu for lunch yesterday. He and our other colleague, Carol, got the infamous chicken. I decided that 3 orders of chicken was overkill and I had the el Peruanisimo, a roast pork and sweet potato sandwich. I normally would never order it (pork is almost always dry and I don’t care for sweet potatoes), but the Globe raved about it. I’m glad I ordered it; it was a really great sandwich. The pork was smoky; the sweet potato was a great counterpoint. It was only $6 and came with a side of fries.


But, who cares about the sandwich? We came for the chicken, and the chicken was Damn Good. In fact I would say it’s Damn Better. Billy loved it and called it “magnificent.” The spices and the smoke permeated the meat; it was moist, tender and succulent. I told Bri about it and he went dinner last night. He begrudgingly admitted “very impressed” by the chicken, but is refusing to say it’s better than Pedro’s. He feels he should really have Pedro’s again for a fairer comparison. Face reality, Bri, Pedro has been dethroned.


I found out this morning that Billy loved it so much he went back for dinner.  


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May. 19th, 2008 05:49 pm (UTC)
I could never admit it was Better Then Pedro's. It would be like admitting your second child is better then your first, just wrong.
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