Jorge and I had already shared a turkey burger that morning, and the trip out to El Bosque was more about the promise of the stunning mountain views than going on a foodie adventure. He had been to El Bosque at El Pinar several times before (usually on his bike), and even with the threat of oncoming rain clouds, I was excited to be closer to the mountains again.
Trying to get anywhere in central Huaraz around 1pm requires exceptional patience. It’s the time when primary-aged students finish school and the scene is what I would describe as organised chaos. The scene fascinated me because even though Huaraz is a small city (and this I assume is a daily occurrence for most kids and their families), the pavements simply weren’t built to cope with the extra foot traffic. People spill onto the narrow roads, with car and moto-taxi horns adding to the street symphony of vendors selling fried chicken and ceviche.
El Pinar is an affluent subdivision about ten minutes outside of Huaraz. Jorge explained that the mining companies owned the houses and rented them out to their workers for a much lower rate than anywhere in Huaraz. Employees then have the option of buying it after a set period of time. Down the road is a school, soccer fields, as well as other facilities and shops that serve the residents. Whereas in Huaraz, the spectrum of poverty and affluence exists in its maze of orange-bricked apartments – there’s no doubt in my mind that El Pinar is where the “other half” lives.
We sat at a table with a 360°C panoramic view of the mountains. Jorge’s level of obsession with mountains is definitely on the same level as my love of food. OK, maybe just a bit more. This was his recommendation and I’m glad to say (at least in terms of our foodie friendship) that both the view and the food lived up to his word.
Even though the place was relatively quiet (it was Monday after all), the food did take almost 40 minutes. However, it was fresh and delicious, plus we had time to kill so it wasn’t a big deal. It’s the kind of place where you take a long lunch, soak up the views and just chill out. Our plate of Aji de Gallina was served with a generous portion of creamy chicken, boiled eggs, potatoes and rice. We just shared the plate and it cost 17 soles (NZ$7). Aji de Gallina is a common and popular dish in Peru, and of course we could have easily bought it for cheaper in Huaraz. Then again, we would have missed out on this view.
Jorge Sordo is a mountain guide from Mexico, speaks five languages and totally obsessed about mountains. He and I work together. You can follow his outdoor adventures through his Instagram account worldwideadventurefreak.
Who is RonnaEats? Ronna Funtelar runs this independent foodie blog, with a philosophy to eat and write about food we can rave about. We don't ask for free meals or collaborate with our reviewed eateries, so you can be assured the reviews are unbiased and all for the love of food. Whether it's a food truck, a hole in the wall eatery, street food, local hangout or fine dining, we want to know where to head to for our next food adventure.