This pita also ended up being Kenyon's lunch the next day. It was good, but now I'll know what to order when I am hungry.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
chicken pita
Recently, Kenyon and I went out to dinner with some new friends. We went to a restaurant called Pirata or Pirate in English. The only thing that was Pirate about this place is the sign. On the inside it was all bar and grill. I wasn't feeling very hungry so I was looking at the lighter side of the menu. In Africa, they label there menu like that. My favorite titles are small snacks (small meals) and large snacks (entrees). I saw a chicken pita and thought that sounded good. When it came I could not believe my eyes. It was HUGE! I had to take a photo. Look at how it is falling off the edge of the plate..
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living overseas,
mozambique
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