My last several posts have focused on the van ride across the Altiplano to Chivay (and on to Puno). So, you’ll be glad to hear I finally got there. While Chivay’s location at the entrance to Colca Canyon means lots of tourists pass through, the town with only about 5,000 inhabitants isn’t much. But, nearly every tour passing through town stops at the Urinsaya for lunch.
Urinsaya's courtyard
Since the van ride to Chivay was the only time I was “on the road” with other travelers, the Urinsaya was the only truly tourist restaurant I ate in. It serves a buffet with about 30 choices. Thus, it provided me an opportunity to sample a wide variety of dishes.
I ate there twice, before and after my trek into Colca Canyon. While some of the items were available both times, others were not. Moreover, as some items disappeared onto people’s plates, the empty platters were replaced–sometimes with different items. On my first visit, our group of about 8 was among the last to arrive and the place was bustling. While small van tours were the norm, there also were several large tour bus-loads of diners. Groups were assigned to long tables. Since I was a group of 1 within the group of 8, I was assigned my own section of a large table, but no one ever sat at the other end. It felt rather strange sitting by myself surrounded by these large groups of noisy diners. On my second visit, I was just with my guide, and we were the first diners. We even had to wait for the hot dishes to come out of the kitchen. So, while some items had been sitting around for a bit the first time, everything that was supposed to be hot was.
Now, to the food. First of all, one needs to know that all Peruvian entrees are served with both potatoes and rice. (My low-carb diet disappeared quickly.) On my two “treks”, both lunch and dinner usually consisted of at least two courses, either a soup and an entree or an appetizer and an entree. Dinner usually ended with a sweet of some kind, although jello or pudding were the norm on the trail.
Here, there were several choices of chopped salads featuring various combinations of cucumbers, tomatoes, celery, cheese, beets, carrots, avocados, peppers, etc. Even though it was the equivalent of winter, all types of vegetables seemed to be readily available–just like at home. Most were tossed with various oil and vinegar-based dressings. But there was no lettuce in any of the salads. My guess is that most tourists have been so indoctrinated with the idea that they should never eat anything that hasn’t been peeled or boiled, that if the Urinsaya served it, it would just sit there. When served a sliced avocado and tomato on a bed of lettuce as an appetizer on the Inca Trail, I ate it all, but my traveling companions just picked out the avocado.
Among the stew-like dishes served in clay pots, I tried a tasty lamb stew and a version of aji de gallina–a spicy chicken dish with a sauce made from bread, milk, walnuts and cheese. I also had this last dish in a nice restaurant in Cusco. The restaurant version was spicier, so I think the Urinsaya toned down its dishes for the masses.
On the other hand, there was no way to tone-down the stuffed peppers–rocoto rellenos. My only complaint was that here they only served a little, cold appetizer version. I never had the opportunity to test my tastebuds on a warm hot pepper during my entire four weeks in Peru.
I also got to taste some meat that had been roasted and sliced. It was very chewy and probably was alpaca, since I had alpaca several other times, and each time, no matter how it was fixed, it was chewy. I’ve put it on my list of foods that I won’t order on a restaurant menu, right there with beef.
Then there were the ubiquitous fried chicken and french fries. I just happened on a fresh batch of both when I went back for a second plate; both were very good.
One of the more unusual starch dishes was a quinoa croquette. It was not warm. It wasn’t clear if it was supposed to be room temperature or it had just been sitting too long, as it didn’t seem to be very popular. I was singularly unimpressed; maybe if it had been warm, as I had quinoa served numerous other ways and enjoyed them all.
I don’t remember if there were any fish dishes served at the Urinsaya, but there probably was at least one. I had fish numerous times in Peru, but now, almost four months later, I recall three excellent and very different fish meals. On the island of Taquile in the middle of Lake Titicaca I was served locally caught fish that had been lightly breaded and then sauteed, on a hillside terrace surrounded by fresh flowers. It was a beautiful day, and the setting made the simple meal memorable.
My lunchtime view on Taquile Island in Lake Titicaca
On the other hand, the kitchen would never grace the pages of a travel magazine.
The kitchen on Taquile
In Cusco I dined one evening at the Pacha Papa restaurant where I sat in the candle-lit courtyard near the wood-fire oven and watched them prepare my claypot-cooked trout and bake tray after tray of rolls that came to your table piping hot.
My last memorable fish meal was my very last meal in Peru. My plane from Cusco landed in Lima in the late afternoon, but my flight to Los Angeles didn’t take off until midnight. A guide and driver from Ancient Summit picked me up at the airport and drove through horrible rush hour traffic to Miraflores, where I dined at the Rosa Nautica on sea bass Florentine. The Rosa Nautica, with its beautiful seaside setting overlooking the lights of the city, reminded me of The Reef in Long Beach. Its style and service were also just like those at any high-end American (as in USA) restaurant.
Rosa Nautica
