Our Great Great Grandfather was not a Vegetarian
Anthony Bourdain in the Mercado del Puerto in Montevideo
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Ah yes, you found it then. A great place. I don’t know how they managed to eat two, i could never even eat half of one however hard i tried. Especially not the intestines…
jb says: Agggghhhhhhhhhhhh