I remember a time (not THAT long ago) when I was in school and asked to draw a house by my art teacher. I would draw a square with a triangle on it and a rectangle on one side of the triangle for the chimney. Like so…
It was the default image of a house that I had as a child. Looking back, I don’t know why that is so. I didn’t stay in a house like that… in fact I don’t think anybody in Singapore stays in houses like these. I didn’t even think that houses like these existed outside storybooks until we reached Pucón.
For a place that’s known for being a centre of adventure, Pucón, on first glance, looks kinda underwhelming. The locals amble along slowly about their businesses and animals bask lazily in the middle of the roads.
It looked the perfect picture of a sleepy little town… if you don’t consider the fact that barely half an hour down the road, there are people (willingly and willfully) flinging themselves off the tops of scary mountains.
Even though it is essentially a three-street town , Pucón seems to have an un-proportionately huge number of quaint cafes and brilliant restaurants. There are the usual pizza/pasta places alongside the steak houses. And then there are the Peruvian restaurants, atas diners and chill out bars. We were seriously spoiled for choice when it came time to feed.
Even with the crazy amount of good food available in Pucón, special mention must go to Chef Pato. First off, it’s without a doubt one of the quirkiest restaurants we’ve ever been to.
And they are not just about the quirks. Right off the bat, once we sat down at our table, we were served with COMPLIMENTARY piping hot (and fresh) bread that came along with the most mouth watering avacado salsa and pico de gallo! I truly believe that the devil’s in the details when it comes to things like these. We’ve had enough rock-hard and stale buns served to us thus far to know that a lot of restaurants here feel that while it is kinda an obligation to serve us bread, it doesn’t mean that they have to do anything more than to pick up the closing-time deals at the local bakery.
And it worked! Based on the waiter’s recommendation, we went for the rather expensive option of freshly caught salmon with capers and a bottle of wine, instead of what we agreed on – their speciality and (MUCH cheaper) pizzas.
And yes… we went back a second time so that we could have the
bread and dip PIZZAS and wine, which was great too.