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April 6th 2008: Chilean Cultural Festival


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A view of pretty much the entire festival hall.  You can see the stage
at the far end.
A panorama of the bustling, open, well-lit area used as a cafeteria.
The festival's main menu.  Don't miss the dessert menu in the upper-left.  
While I could guess what some items were, I had to ask about others.  
("Roasted/grilled milk"?)  If I had a good cell phone, I could've 
researched these to my heart's delight on the web before deciding what to 
order.
Another menu with many dishes I only learned about by reading about them
on the web after the festival.
A view of pretty much the entire festival hall. You can see the stage at the far end.
A panorama of the bustling, open, well-lit area used as a cafeteria.
The festival's main menu. Don't miss the dessert menu in the upper-left. While I could guess what some items were, I had to ask about others. ("Roasted/grilled milk"?) If I had a good cell phone, I could've researched these to my heart's delight on the web before deciding what to order.
Another menu with many dishes I only learned about by reading about them on the web after the festival.
At left, a pork (lomito) sandwich which I watched a woman make by hand.  
The pork was fatty, tendony, and not good quality.  Whereas many 
sandwiches get richness from mayonnaise, this one got it from a thick 
layer of guacamole.  What a neat idea!  The sandwich also contained salted 
tomato slices. 
At right, an empanada containing ground meat, onions, dark olives, and a 
hard-boiled egg.  Although I didn't like it at first, it definitely grew 
on me.  It was better than the sandwich.
In mid-afternoon, I got a cheese empanada.  A deep-fried, greasy item
containing cheese and cheese oil, it mercifully contained a lot of air.  
(Otherwise it'd be even more overwhelming than it was.)  Despite it not
being good, like some renditions of pizza, something about the grease and
cheese made it difficult to stop mindlessly eating it.
A dessert I ate later, after dinner, of compressed layers of caramel and
crust.  Pretty good.  Definitely sweet--it was hard to finish the whole
slice.
At left, a pork (lomito) sandwich which I watched a woman make by hand. The pork was fatty, tendony, and not good quality. Whereas many sandwiches get richness from mayonnaise, this one got it from a thick layer of guacamole. What a neat idea! The sandwich also contained salted tomato slices.
At right, an empanada containing ground meat, onions, dark olives, and a hard-boiled egg. Although I didn't like it at first, it definitely grew on me. It was better than the sandwich.
In mid-afternoon, I got a cheese empanada. A deep-fried, greasy item containing cheese and cheese oil, it mercifully contained a lot of air. (Otherwise it'd be even more overwhelming than it was.) Despite it not being good, like some renditions of pizza, something about the grease and cheese made it difficult to stop mindlessly eating it.
A dessert I ate later, after dinner, of compressed layers of caramel and crust. Pretty good. Definitely sweet--it was hard to finish the whole slice.