Annie and Karen were starved, but not enough to try the food from the street vendors. Enchiladas, tacos, and corn on the cob served with chili, mayonnaise, and lime, it looked and smelled delicious. But sanitation didn’t appear to be high on many of the owners’ lists, so Caroline yielded to the plea to find some American food. The scent of fresh pan dulce and roasting coffee beans from the sidewalk espresso café beside them was making her tummy growl in protest, when Karen pointed to a red-and-white sign that seemed to blend into the line of canopies, marquees, and lights. “There’s the Colonel!” Inside, the restaurant had the same decor as the one in downtown Edenton. With a minimum of fuss, they purchased their meals and found a table. The potatoes tasted a little strange, most likely the result of being made with heavily treated water. Caroline advised the girls to skip the spuds and slaw in favor of the biscuits. “The last thing we need is Montezuma’s revenge.” “My dad does business here all the time, and he’s never had that.”
