Profile: Pollo Master
Before reading this review please download and install the font Pastor of Muppets to your computer. Copy/paste all of the text from this document into a new document in Word or your favorite text editor. Select all of the text. Change the font to Pastor of Muppets. Set the size to 36 point. Commence rocking and continue reading.
Master of Pollo I’m pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing
Just call my name, ’cause I’ll hear you scream
Pollo Master serves great fried chicken at relatively normal rates. They don’t stop with chicken, though. You can order up everything from siete mares soup to a full fleet of Salvadorian pupusas. One catch: The dining room is small and the jukebox is loud. You might consider takeout. Hey, take it to the park across the way. Make a day of it. You’ve earned it, I said it. Back to the pupusas. They’re stellar, as is the requisite spiced cole slaw that comes with the package. If you’re a pupusa fan, and let’s face it, why the hell wouldn’t you be, you could do far worse than the Master when in MacArthur Park. Just watch out for that intersection off Burlington.
It’s no stretch to say that Pollo Master could probably triple their business were they to download the Pastor of Muppets font and take it to the local signsmith with a few hundred bucks so he could rock the logo just a bit more. It’s already prettymuch heavy metal, but it looks more Judas Priest than Masterly. Get it right the name’s Pollo Master, not Judas Pollo. Regardless, when I visited I found no shortage of customers. Something about the word ’master’ drew me in, font be damned.
I’d like to close now with a stanza written by William Wordsworth in 1814. Seems fitting.
Nights I Lay This Head to Rest
Pondering the Great Hereafter
Recall Then Long, Dear Field of Green
My Fancy Pants, and Pollo Master.
2131 W 6th St