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CHILE MANGO MUNCHIES



The LatinAmerican Festival swallowed up center street a few weekends ago.
Siento que soy una hispana de corazón, así que sentía feliz y cómoda allí.

I love food (that's no secret) but that weekend was the first time I RAN to a food truck because I was so excited to eat their concoction
La comida que prepararon era EMPANADAS ARGENTINAS, y el sabor me voló atrás a Sudamerica con cada mordida.

Now, I'm super familiar with Argentine dishes. But I'm still becoming acquainted with the tastes of other countries and peoples.
Tuve mi primer mango con chile esa noche, y ¡ME ENCANTÓ! Tan rico, tan dulce, lleno de fuego y azúcar.

The smile says it all guys. If you haven't tried hispanic food, you really ought to.
Y sí ya han probado comida hispana, y no te gustó, proba otro tipo, porque hay varios y hay mucha rica comida para comer.

So, needless to say, I have three more hispanic restaurants on my list to try PRONTO.
...COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA COMIDA RICA...

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