Long live the king
We love Rincon because it is, essentially, a gringo fishbowl. This is where all the surfer dudes from California and Florida came crawling and stuck. Long-haired, tan-skinned people, so relaxed they make cooked spaghetti look tense, drift everywhere, not unlike seaweed or the cool fungus-like corals. This floating shaka-like atmosphere has given rise to a few unique establishments like the Lazy Parrot, with its high-end hippie cuisine, and, more importantly, the Pincho Guy.
The Pincho Guy is not actually called the Pincho Guy. He’s called the Pincho King. His establishment is a small patio outside his house and consists off a giant, industrial, gleaming silver, science-fiction variety grill, with a little tent over it, and a couple of coolers where he stores the food supplies, sodas, and water and where the locales will put their six-packs of beer while they wait for their food. There is a plastic table and about 7 chairs that sit at what is supposed to be the side of the road, but winds up being pretty much the middle of it. And that's it, the Pincho Establishment, a bit lacking in what the snobbish would call *class*...However....
Pinchos are basically kabobs without the vegetables: meat on a stick. They are a Big Deal Food here, one of the local delicacies, and pretty common. There are Pincho stands all along the highways and beaches, ringing the island like a necklace. I have had numerous pinchos at numerous places and this guy’s are absolutely the best. I don’t know how, exactly. I’m not sure what grilling-meat-on-a-stick secrets he has concocted to make his grilled meat any better than anyone else’s. Sauces for these things are usually barbeque, garlic, and spicy. I usually only get the spicy sauce at Pincho Guy’s because it literally sears the skin on your lips, leaving it tingling for hours, but never makes your nose run, a delicate balance of spicy sauce that has me completely addicted. Pincho Guy offers wraps, sandwiches, burgers, fried rice on occasion, and varietals of meat ranging from chicken and pork basics to shrimp and shark (my favorites). He usually conducts business with that Star Trek looking phone clip attached to his ear, making it hard to tell if he’s talking to you, or the voices in his head, or if his cooking is his own creation or divine intervention, still, he flips from phone to people, from English to Spanish, as easily as turning the burgers, as if he’s born to do it.
A pincho costs $3.00. Most things are $3.00. A typical dinner here for Mary and I would be nine bucks. It’s delicious, filling food, that seems to draw all kinds of people, like lizards from under a rock, but the part that gets all Mastercard commercial is how you feel like you are having a barbeque at a buddy’s house, totally kicked back, completely chill, drifting around like fungus-like coral. Priceless.
me, eating my first Pincho Guy shark pincho on Steps Beach
The Pincho Guy is not actually called the Pincho Guy. He’s called the Pincho King. His establishment is a small patio outside his house and consists off a giant, industrial, gleaming silver, science-fiction variety grill, with a little tent over it, and a couple of coolers where he stores the food supplies, sodas, and water and where the locales will put their six-packs of beer while they wait for their food. There is a plastic table and about 7 chairs that sit at what is supposed to be the side of the road, but winds up being pretty much the middle of it. And that's it, the Pincho Establishment, a bit lacking in what the snobbish would call *class*...However....
Pinchos are basically kabobs without the vegetables: meat on a stick. They are a Big Deal Food here, one of the local delicacies, and pretty common. There are Pincho stands all along the highways and beaches, ringing the island like a necklace. I have had numerous pinchos at numerous places and this guy’s are absolutely the best. I don’t know how, exactly. I’m not sure what grilling-meat-on-a-stick secrets he has concocted to make his grilled meat any better than anyone else’s. Sauces for these things are usually barbeque, garlic, and spicy. I usually only get the spicy sauce at Pincho Guy’s because it literally sears the skin on your lips, leaving it tingling for hours, but never makes your nose run, a delicate balance of spicy sauce that has me completely addicted. Pincho Guy offers wraps, sandwiches, burgers, fried rice on occasion, and varietals of meat ranging from chicken and pork basics to shrimp and shark (my favorites). He usually conducts business with that Star Trek looking phone clip attached to his ear, making it hard to tell if he’s talking to you, or the voices in his head, or if his cooking is his own creation or divine intervention, still, he flips from phone to people, from English to Spanish, as easily as turning the burgers, as if he’s born to do it.
A pincho costs $3.00. Most things are $3.00. A typical dinner here for Mary and I would be nine bucks. It’s delicious, filling food, that seems to draw all kinds of people, like lizards from under a rock, but the part that gets all Mastercard commercial is how you feel like you are having a barbeque at a buddy’s house, totally kicked back, completely chill, drifting around like fungus-like coral. Priceless.
me, eating my first Pincho Guy shark pincho on Steps Beach