Yes, more food! Many things made this place special: My yummy pigs' feet entree; the delicious desserts, including the best tres leches cake any of us had ever tasted; the anise liquor with coffee beans each of the adults was given at the end of the meal; and the rooster walking along the sidewalk that we passed on our way to the restaurant.
I suppose you've detected a pattern here: an awful lot of these "moments" are about food. But what else can one expect from folks raised on my mother's spectacular Puerto Rican cooking? We had yuca in garlic sauce, mofongo, and/or tostones every day.
Our first day in Old San Juan, we were about half a block from this place - but a few thousand protesters happened to be in between. (We found out later that they were protesting against sex education in the schools, so perhaps their preventing us from reaching this sinful place was appropriate.) But I would not be denied, and the next day the kids and I returned. We didn't have much time - Jonathan had to get back for a very cool fishing trip with Uncle Joseph - but you can see that we used our time well.
You've seen pictures of Old San Juan, right? Well, the reality is just as beautiful as the images. Our first day there, though, we managed to guide Mom snack into the middle of some sort of giant protest march; we had to wriggle through a sea of people moving in the opposite direction, filling the the narrow streets. A little taste of the non-touristy life of the island.
