Looking for a place to have lunch on a Saturday, I passed Mestia Grande on Punta Arenas‘ “restaurant row”, a stone’s throw away from Plaza de Armas. With it being packed, I figured I needed to stop by 🙂 Luckily the waiter was able to squeeze me in, on a communal table, sitting me next to a family, whose little girl decided to converse with me throughout the lunch in Spanish. With my lack of aforementioned knowledge, it became a very interesting chat 😀 When the food was served, I re-learned one thing, that portions on this side of the world are for two of my size. Also the pizza was packed with topping, almost too much. In total, way more than I could devour. While digging in, I realised we must have different palates. I’m not used to having to add salt and spices to a dish. When I figured that out, the pizza became a whole different experience, from bland to tasty, but by then I was already full 😀
When visiting Puerto Natales, I spotted a Mesita Grande there too.
