My first 6 hours in Finland included learning new words, of which half the letters are ‘k’s,’ and dining in a restaurant called The Grill. Turns out, The Grill is celebrating “Fiesta Latina.” Which to me translates to, “Female Party.”
Were there any ladies partying?
No.
Were we greeted with chips and salsa?
No.
Were there margarita specials?
No.
Was my Pollo Chimichurri any good?
Sure. If you like well-seasoned chicken topped with a light, sweet barbeque sauce. Hint of orange. Parmesanjuustolla kuorrutettua, grillattua broilerin rintafilettä ja chimichurrikastiketta (VL, G).
Whatever the fu*k that means.
Were there any ladies partying?
No.
Were we greeted with chips and salsa?
No.
Were there margarita specials?
No.
Was my Pollo Chimichurri any good?
Sure. If you like well-seasoned chicken topped with a light, sweet barbeque sauce. Hint of orange. Parmesanjuustolla kuorrutettua, grillattua broilerin rintafilettä ja chimichurrikastiketta (VL, G).
Whatever the fu*k that means.
