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| - It was a cold, wintery Friday night in the kingdom of Phoenix and I had pledged my allegiance to transport the fair maiden from her castle in downtown to the birthday banquet of her dear friend. It would be a grand feast, a feast large enough to rival the most important of dignitaries, it was not to be missed.
Travelling far, far away, to the foreign land of Chandler, I left the warmth of my hovel, with the young boy in tow and the fair maiden as our passenger. The 145 horse Toyota carriage made quick time of our travels as we escorted our passenger to her banquet. With two and a half rotations of the hour glass until her meal concluded, the boy and I were off to find a meal fit for a king.
I always travel with Lord Yelp's scroll of merriment and wonder, I wouldn't find myself beheaded without it. In truth, Lord Yelp's scroll of merriment and wonder is the quintessential catalogue for booths, stalls and eateries in every land, and on this night, it directed us to Espos, the most wondrous of food from the southern land of Mexico.
I am simply unable to agree more with the sentiment of Lord Yelp with regards to the Espos carnitas plate, simply put, it is the stuff in which the night's dreams are made of and the rice and beans were delectable as well. Should I find myself travelling in the land of Chandler in days ahead, I would not be opposed to again trading my coin for meal.
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