Seems that everywhere you turn, there's a Pollo Campero awaiting your arrival. After our unsuccessful attempts to eat Yuca con Chicharron, we were hungry and, surprise! A Pollo Campero was in sight. The question: wait until we get back to San Salvador and eat at the Campero across from the hotel or eat now. Now wins every time.
Should I ever decide to live in Guatemala, El Salvador or Nicaragua, I can rest assured that fried chicken will never be far away.
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