A Peruvian Chicken Party. You Heard Me: A Peruvian Chicken Party

The missus and I had the pleasure of attending a Peruvian Chicken Party this weekend.


It's not a chicken party, of course, without chickens. So the woman hosting this party purchased 100 chickens in Queens (Queens!) for the party. A really good dent was already put into the total number of chicken parts, by the time I snagged this photo of the fridge.


B&E readers, the missus and I live in Queens (Queens!). It's the most diverse borough in the most diverse city in the world. Still, we have a relatively homogeneous life. So when we had the chance to attend a party thrown by Peruvians, we were all for it. Our friend's babysitter is trying to bring her daughter here from Peru, so she was having a fundraiser.

She made a traditional Peruvian chicken dinner and sold that plate of awesomeness for $10. It was, of course, outstanding. As guests arrived, she deep-fried the chicken and served it with potatoes and salad. Yum (or however it is you say "Yum!" in Spanish)!


It was largely but not solely about the food. We had very little cultural frame of reference for this party. We speak no Spanish. We don't often hang out with Peruvians. But the hosts and other guests really did everything they could to make us confused gringos feel welcome. You know, it was a party.

The music was blasting. The dancing was dancetastic. A young Peruvian dude hit on the missus.

Yes. Fun. And I hope the woman raised a boatload of Peruvian chicken money so that she can be reunited with her daughter soon.

Hey! That dude hit on the missus!