The Sun Temple was breathtaking but not nearly as breathtaking as the Antichuchos I smelled on the way up. All that stair-climbing had made me pretty hungry, and the rays of a setting Inca sun shone through the droplets of grease streaming from the thinly-sliced beef heart on a stick.
Beef heart was a bit heavy before dinner, but Churros were an obvious next step. Deep-fried and fluffy, these sweet sticks of dough just can't go wrong when they're drizzled with chocolate and covered in rivers of condensed milk.
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