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Sometimes after dinner we drive into Isabel and buy a
Dove Bar
, which we share on
the way home.
This constitutes a big night on the town.
☼ ☼ ☼
When we've had a particularly exhausting day in Vieques, or when we're just feeling lazy
and can't bear the thought of cooking or spiffing ourselves up to go out to dinner, we opt
for take-out.
Okay, don't get excited
.
While the term
take out
suggests dozens of choices back home in D.C, it suggests a
grand total of three options in Vieques: cheap Chinese or pizza in Isabel-or (drum roll
please) fried chicken from
Chicken King
, a modest eatery across the road from
Nales
on
Route 201.
Of course, let's not forget the ubiquitous food carts and trucks dotted around the island.
Hoards of people swear by them, and we've actually found several of them to offer deli-
cious cuisine. A prime example is the food truck called
Sol Food
positioned at the entrance
to Camp Garcia.
Sol Food
and its sister food carts around the island serve an amazing variety of Puerto
Rican goodies, including
bacalaitos
(salt cod fritters),
papas rellenas
(stuffed potatoes),
pastelillos
(similar to empanadas, but with a flakier pastry) and whole roasted chickens.
Also, several offer
piña coladas
.
Heaven on wheels.
But back to the more mundane choices.
Since we don't eat pizza (yes, I realize that this is grounds for prosecution under the
Patriot Act), we can't offer you any startling insights into “pizza Vieques-style.”
Sorry
.
And frankly the less said about the Chinese option the better. I'm sure Meiwah in Isabel
has its fans, but every dish we've ordered from there has been smothered in brown gravy
and plopped on a bed of greasy fries.
Chicken King
, on the other hand, is a revelation.
We'd driven past the place dozens of times without paying it the slightest bit of atten-
tion—until the afternoon Jane mentioned she'd just had lunch there.
“Best fried chicken I've ever had,” she remarked.
“Really?” Michael replied, half-jokingly. “Better than
Popeye's
?”
She rolled her eyes.“That garbage! Are you kidding?”
This got Michael's attention. Although we normally avoid fried food, every six months
or so we skulk up the street to
Popeye's
for our biannual greasy-chicken fix.
He even suggested we give
Chicken King
a try the very next night.
We couldn't wait.
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