Looks like people here in Caracas aren’t that into Zagat. Anybody for some decade old reviews of Chicago restaurants?
English language books are pretty scarce in bookstores around here, so happening upon a full shelf of Zagat was unexpected and odd. “Caracas, you cray cray,” I remarked aloud to no one in particular.
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