Colombia - Are you going to eat that?

Friday
Today the second in command, was taking us to lunch. The plan was to go to lunch late and then call it a day. We drove to a famous place outside of Bogota in a place named "Chia" for lunch.

The place was incredibly eclectic where the owner had made all sorts of things (art?) from scraps of metal. We ordered the the best empenadas that I had ever had. Then things got a little, as Coby would say, "Out of Control."

Coby, it is important to note, is very clear about what he will eat. The following did not make that list.

1) Corn Tortillas -- so far, so good.
2) The large intestine of a cow stuffed with blood, rice and spice. (actually really good.)
3) Something he wouldn't tell me until after I had eaten it.

Now let us step back and ponder for a moment the third item. From my China adventures, I was very familar with the "not telling" approach, and in all honesty, I think that it had served me very well. However, if the "large intestine of a cow stuffed with blood, rice and spice" made the "telling you" cut -- what could this possibly be?

It looked like a small noodle. Fried. Tasted only slightly chewy with a strong taste of liver. Okay, so I liked it. Now what is it? Well, I was disappointed to find out it was only small intestine. Now before anyone with a medical background explains to me what the small intestine is, does or the safety or foolhardiness of eating such -- enough time has passed that I really don't want to know.

We drove back through the beautiful countryside and returned to work. We were almost ready for the weekend. Almost.