The closest mass of land to this Chilean territory of Easter island is 4hrs by plane away and you can only catch one of 3 flights a week to get here… but here on Isla de Pascua, at "La Taverne Du Pecheur" Pesquet Gilles who speaks three languages prepared for me the best mashed potatoes I have ever had, dethroning my mom’s recipe. (This does not include the cheesy pototo recipe)
I don’t know what was in them, but when the lady next to ordered the same meal as me and started salting the potatoes, without tasting them mind you. I almost smacked the salt shaker from her hand and then her, just because I couldn’t find the entry for salting amazing food unnecessarily in Hammurabi’s code.
Oh and the 2 inch thick tuna fillet lightly seared was good too.
No apologies necessary – as long as we don’t dethrone cheesy potatoes,
and you work on your spelling ;~)
Some say po-ta-toe and some say po-tah-toe but nobody says pototo…