“Jorge’s Chicken is the best chicken in Puerto”. That was the call made by Edwardo a brother in the congregation here in reference to the way another brother cooks chicken. We are inclined to agree. Although it’s mostly the way this brother says “Jorge’s Chicken” not just the chicken itself that makes me put finger to key. Jorge’s Chicken,Jorge’s Chicken, Jorge’s Chicken we can’t stop saying it and neither can Edwardo so it’s kinda been the catch cry of the trip so far, although “chunks that stinks” is quickly gaining ground.

… Jorge’s Chicken we can’t stop saying it …

Unfortunatly I can’t explain why the expression “Jorge’s Chicken” is so easy on the ears and even easier to say “Jorge’s Chicken”, “Jorge’s Chicken”, “Jorge’s Chicken”, there I go again. Give it a go it’s worth a shot. What I can explain though is the product. When Justin and I had the privilege of sampling, we pillaged those birds for all the flesh they could give up. It is an old recipe that has been carefully preserved and handed down though the family. To them we say thankyou for the pains they took on our behalf.

… a gigantic tail feather in his cap

To say “Jorge’s Chicken”, is the best in Puerto is a gigantic tail feather in his cap, as Puerto seems to be the chicken capital of the world. If it was in Australia “The Big Chicken” would definitely be in Puerto. Firstly they breed em big, MASSIVE, scary big, cross to the other side of the street if you see a mean one kinda big. Secondly everyone cooks and sells chicken. “Hang on chunks I’ll just nip into the pharmacy and grab a chook”. So to say it’s the best in town is a big but certainly well deserved call.