cabra-what?

Last Friday, a HUGE group of us ventured out to a restaurant called El Rey de Cabrito, which translates into The King of Baby Goat. No joke. The place serves baby goat. Whole ones, if you want...


The restaurant was, well, Mexican. Very ornate gold decor, and lots of it. My fave bit of ambiance was the waterfall built into the wall that featured 2 life-sized stuffed lions lunging for each other.


With a grupo grande, it gets tough to hear conversations at the other end of the table, so Tracie (my sidekick here) and I had a good ol' time entertaining ourselves with the "goat-rack". Shortly after we'd ordered, our server placed this 3-foot tall coat rack at the corner where we sat. Oh-kaaay. It looked like a coat rack, but we didn't bring coats, and had already been there like half-an-hour. Since we'd never been there before, and they roasted the baby goat on a spit (?), we thought they might hang the whole goat on it when it was served......hah!

turns out it was a coat rack...for our non-existent coats

I don't know what baby goat tastes like, because I didn't try it. Lame? A little. Will I get over it? Yup. But I did chow down on some awesome shishkebabs, so I left fat and happy. After The Rey, we wandered into Barrio Antiguo to scope out a few cool bars. There was one with a rooftop-ish bar and really cool lighting, and the restaurant downstairs smelled fantastic.

We also checked out a cool bar that looks like it was built inside an empty church (or monestary, since that's what it was called). There was a really loud live band, but the setting was cool. I tried to take some pics, but it was super dark inside, and the flash made everything look horrifically fake, so I quit trying. After a beer and a few songs, Rob and I ducked out because I had an upset stomach (too bad I couldn't blame it on a goat, right?)