Posts Tagged ‘Pollo Campero’

Guatemala. Summer 2018

Thursday, August 2nd, 2018

Something I didn’t anticipate, but probably should have, is the way Guatemala now possesses my heart. I’m here with my kids, so happy to breathe in this place. (Yesterday we visited friends who are weavers in Xenocoj; the photo shows Olivia standing beside them, dressed in their beautiful traje.)

Other photos show the kids eating lunch at Pollo Campero and a bus with balloons and sticky notes. (This week was St. Christopher’s Day, patron saint of travelers and drivers.)

With every trip, my appreciation for this remarkable country deepens.







Pollo Campero in India

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

Tim was invited to give a series of lectures in India, and lucky me, I get to tag along. (My two sisters and a family friend are holding down the fort back home, taking excellent care of Mateo and Olivia. Thanks y’all! xoxo)

Anyway, yesterday as we walked back to our hotel in New Delhi after an afternoon of sightseeing, what did I spy but the distinctive yellow logo of Guatemala’s own Pollo Campero. I’m happy to report the place was packed with satisfied customers chowing down on the world’s best fried chicken, halfway around the globe.

I’ll try to post more pictures while we’re here, but I’m not sure of my computer access. One of these days I’ll join the 21st century and figure out all-internet-access-all-the-time, but for now I’m relying on the kindness of shared computers in hotel business centers.

In the meantime, long live Pollo Campero! ~


Good eats

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Our days here are winding down, so I’m going to post a few photos of us in a few of our favorite eateries, or, in one case, on the calle out front. Olivia took the photo of me, above, in Cafe Condesa, the restaurant on the Square that is always packed with Antiguenos, North Americanos, and visitors from around the world. Olivia loves their pancakes; I always order their eggs and black beans. If you’ve been to Antigua even once, you’ve probably enjoyed a cup of their coffee.

Olivia’s other favorite food, anywhere, is pizza. We’ve discovered a little place where they’ll cook hers the way she likes: no cheese, with pepperoni extra crispy. The restaurant boasts three television sets, and no matter when we go, afternoon or evening, on one of the channels we can watch Shakira leading thousands of fans in dancing the “Waka Waka.” Here’s Olivia breaking into her version on the street.

The last photo is of Olivia and me at what is perhaps Guatemala’s most famous eatery, Pollo Campero. When we first started visiting Guatemala in 2002, we smelled Pollo Campero on every plane ride home: the overhead compartments were filled with buckets of the crispy chicken, carried by Guatemalans to family members in the United States. I hear now that Pollo Campero is everywhere, from Florida to Texas. No wonder we no longer smell it on the airplane.

I bet I’m not the only one who misses the aroma.