It was late.
About 11:00-12:00 in the night.
Coming home, after a night of rough housing with the boys (and girls) I like to get a chicken dish and take it to the room.
One time I went to this guy who sells on the road.
Now, i had been seeing him out there most of the afternoon and he was still there at midnight when i stopped for my purchase.
He went about the whole routine as usual.
Open the grill, pull out a dark half, place it on the board, chop, chop, chop.
Grab the loaf of bread from the cupboard, chop off a thick piece, put it all in foil and wrap it up to go.
350 J please.
I got to my room and it was the worst.
Luke warm and hard.
He must have held on to this chicken since 6:00PM
I wish he had told me that he only had old stuff left, but.........
So, that's how it goes.
I have eaten with him many times before and since that night.
Always very good.
Everyone can have an off night.
So, once in a while, the food does not come out right.
That is life.