Now that the colder weather is upon us, a memory of higher temperatures. I was in east Texas last August. It was excruciating -- hotter than 100 degrees Fahrenheit (about 40 Celsius) every day I was there. It went up to 104 degrees the day that I took this photograph. One doesn't usually associate arch humor with the Baptist faith, so here's to the waggish preacher responsible for the message.
According to one Spanish-English dictionary, the word gilipollas -- used, as far as I know, exclusively in Spain -- is defined as a "bloody fool" or a "jerk." While there is probably no literal way to translate the term let's just say that most people would use decisively harsher epithets for their interpretation. So it took a sense of humor for a Mexican to call his spit-roasted chicken restaurant Gili Pollos. This is the flagship at Calle Cinco de Mayo #46 in the centro, but there is another at the corner of Sevilla and Avenida Chapultepec on the fringes of the Zona Rosa. While their claim to make the best chicken in Mexico City is arguable, I know of no other rosticería with a funnier name. (Of course I have always thought it odd that something called "Jerk Chicken" is more or less the national dish in Jaimaica.)