I had planned to eat mollejas (sweat breads also known as glands) but the waiter was completely freaked out that I was ordering only sweatbreads for dinner. He didn’t think this was an appropriate dinner. I didn’t either, but assumed they’d be inedible and I’d be going out for dinner #2 at McDonalds afterward.
He suggested corazon which is beef heart. I was little apprehensive so we also ordered lots of wine, a “ensalada Americana,” a backup pork chop and I made sure Jeff was ordering a big enough steak that I could mooch off him if needed.
The heart really wasn’t that bad. It sort of tasted like a weird cut of steak. Now the salad, on the other hand, was totally weird. Lots of corn and white stuff which was either the worst cheese in the world, or a strange vegetable.
My favorite part of dinner was observing the family next to us. It was past 11:30pm and an entire family including a baby, toddler, and nanny were enjoying dinner. At around 12:30am we had to go home, we were yawning, but the family was still on dessert.