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Originally Posted by John

Many people visiting the RM go up to Valladolid and to Chicken Pizza, so I think it's fair game. Spill it, missy. Por favor!

I forgot about this . Here goes.

After a long but fun day of driving to and exploring Valladolid, my husband Henry and I were lounging in the shade in the yard at the lovely Meson de Marquis hotel. I got restless and walked to the lobby. When Henry found me there I was reading the dinner menu. Henry whispered in my ear, “Have the chicken.”

“Uhh, why?”

“It’s very fresh. One of the chefs came out to that coop way in the back of the yard.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and the bartenders tried to subtly warn them off…I just learned how to say ‘tourist in the yard’, in Spanish. They tried whistling, calling out as subtly as they could. It was hilarious. The chef either ignored them or didn’t hear. There were some squawks, feathers flew, then silence.”

“Hmmm, there are a lot of chicken dishes on the menu. Yum.”

We went back to the pool and yard. Checked on remaining livestock; who seemed a bit subdued if not outright nervous. A short while later, into the yard walks another cook in brilliant whites, carrying a spotless white bucket and a really big shiny knife. He then exited through a gate.

Henry gave me a quizzical look.

“My guess, dear? Conchinita Pibil. There’s a buried pig roasting out there beyond that gate."

So Henry ordered the pork; it was delicious and those pickled onions that Stew mentioned are divine. I ordered chicken to pay homage to the sacrifice. A Mayan dish that was a chicken and corn stew, I’ve forgotten the name of it. Enjoyed in a lovely authentic courtyard, made more special and fun because of the back of the house afternoon entertainment.