The churro is a question mark. I am leaving for Merida in the Yucatan in a few hours. I will keep in touch over the next few days with an email saying “I am ok.” We are going to eat a wild boar cooked in the ground and see chocolate growing on trees and the Mayan ruins.
Two birds flew inside the restaurant. In six and a half years it was the first time it happened. The small brown sparrows (maybe) were in the front window by the churro fryer. I was certain of their soon to be sudden death. Chef Adrian managed to catch and release the bird to freedom.