People's: Prolier -than-thou

The latest entrant into the Calzada's crowded fried chicken scene…and one that goes straight to the back of the prole pile. Greasy yet odourless, People's chicken pieces taste like especially unsavoury cardboard. Even our dogs spat out the morsels we offered them. 

The whole bird in the pic above looked like it had been run over by a chicken bus. 

V's theory is that People's is so bad that it may be some sort of rebound-enticement subterfuge operated by Pollo Campero! 

Pinulito still the best though.

Trompas

Ever since I first came to El Panorama this street has been patrolled by a solitary male street dog, who has in turn been looked after by the majority of the residents. Say hello to the current incumbent: Trompas. 

He might sport a name suggestive of a less-than-sunny disposition, yet Trompas is one of the friendliest dogs I have ever come across — an expert networker adored by the people living behind the gates outside which he reclines, and both jaunty and jovial in his initial approach to any other passing pooch. 

Unlike some of his predecessors Trompas was born on this street. His nominal owners were a pair of quarrelsome boozers who were looking after a bare plot. When they moved out a month ago Trompas initially went with them, but a week later reappeared, having thus clearly opted for collective over private ownership. And one shouldn't really blame him because he had always depended on the community to provide both sustenance and sentiment.