Chicken in the Truck

The first night that Lis arrived on Isla, I trotted her first to Manana for a few beers and then treated her to the culinary delights of the chicken guy.  The one who has his little pollo pit rockin' all day long.  It's on the West side of the island, just down the way from the little French looking bakery and has all the basics:  sopes, panuchos, pollo.  The food is so tasty and crazy cheap...and the perfect to go style food.  You get these little baggies of rice, beans and salsa along with a pile of steaming tortillas and charred chicken.  Maybe $5.

We happily chowed down in my dusty truck like a couple of fools (to the delight of all passerbys) before heading back to Casa Ixchel for a swim/near death wash away in the ocean.  For real, after a few cervezas at Manana, you better watch out how close you get to the water.  I feel like Lis could have straight never come out and just floated off into the horizon.  That's what pals are for, I think.  When you are in your deepest moment of content joy and sheer bliss, they are right there to rip you straight back into the madness that is reality.  Friends forever.

Comments

[Misty]

Hey there, it is on the South east side of the island, just past the marina. And, just down the way from Lolo's coffee house. On the left hand side...right on a corner. If you made a left, you'd be behind the baseball field.
Have some for me!

[Drew]

Could you give me more details as to where this guy is on the west side of the island? Downtown? Sac Bajo? This post has me drooling and longing for chicken and baggies full of the fixens! Leaving Friday AM. Thanks!

Cheers, Drew

[Misty]

Wayne, I know exactly what you mean! It is so easy to become jaded about a place...and when a stranger rolls in and see's it with fresh eyes...it is such a joy. If you just remember what made you move there in the first place! It really is a magical island...

[wayne]

This is my favorite chicken place on the island! I have to thank you. You are reawakening in me the joy I used to have about this island. Before I got jaded from being the victim of crime so many times, before I got so frustrated with dealing with the beauracracy (sic)of just living here. Maybe even before I got bored with living in such a confining space day after day after day. Thank you, thank you, thank you!