We had a lazy Saturday after our adventures to see the Nazca Lines. The day transformed into getting our blog live and eating. Like the other mornings, we started our day with eggs, granola, coffee and fresh fruit at our hotel, Casa Republica Barranco.
With a full belly, we set off to troubleshoot our blog issues—was it really only two days ago! We had multiple errors and could not remember any passwords. Laura H came to the rescue! She did her magic and we went live. We are new to Word Press and Instagram so give us time to learn. We will get caught up as fast as possible!
Needing some fresh air, we continued to explore the streets of Lima and found our way back to La Panetteria. We could not decide what to eat, so we ordered the toast with guacamole and the avocado sandwich. There were multiple styles of breads: sourdough, purple whole wheat sourdough and thin focaccia.
After lunch, we wondered the streets of Lima and rested before our 9:30 pm dinner reservation at Kjolle (pronounced koy-ay). Late night dinners are rare for us but this meal with worth the wait. Kjolle opened on August 10 and is the name of a flower. The chef, Pía León is considered Latin America’s top female chef and work with her husband at Central for the past decade.
We arrived a few minutes early and sat at the bar for cocktails. The bar felt like you were sitting inside and outside simultaneously.
After a few minutes we moved upstairs to our table. The wait staff was attentive and knowledgeable. Each portion of our dinner was delicious. We are not certain as to everything we ate because many of the dishes used local ingredients. The aperitif was a warm pink tea; the bread (made with juice of purple corn) was served with whipped butter and herbs (similar to pesto but a different flavors).
The vegetarian appetizer was a delicate balance of raw, baked and fried vegetables over a coffee-based sauce that enhanced each flavor and the scallop appetizer was served cold, it tasted like ice cream. The river fish entrée was light, flaky, and sweet with a side dish of vegetable bruschetta on golden toast. The vegetarian entrée was a creamy quinoa with cauliflower.
We could smell the kitchen making our dessert—three small pan-seared cakes floating on a soup of cherimoya whip cream and a separate bowl with vanilla ice cream dusted with a grated nut.
The bill arrived with two small chocolate cookies that melted in your mouth. A meal to remember!
On our walk back to the hotel, we observed a crew finishing up the cutting down a tree and removing it by chopping it with a machete and putting the pieces in trucks to hall away. There were many onlookers and it caused a lot of traffic!
The Plaza de Armas was pact at midnight. There were people dancing salsa, an outdoor food market and couples sitting on benches. A block away was a street filled with nightclubs—each trying to get us to come in. We continued to walk back to our hotel to sleep.
