Perros en la Calle

Abstract

The two of you are sat on a curb just off the Avenida Cinco de Mayo in Mexico City, shoving your faces full of the roast chicken dinners you bought at Gili Pollos. When you sat on the curb and started unwrapping your meals, you both bobbed briefly from side to side, singing in unison the endless jingle that blares over the speakers of the cantina just down the street: Pollito con papas! Pollito con papas! Gili Pollos was closing so you were lucky to get your food, but it’s getting close to midnight now and you have slipped into the nearest alleyway to slug back your chicken and spuds.