Anticucho is more than a skewer with marinated meat.
It is a tradition.
It brings memories of cold nights outside football stadiums, sometimes even more memorable than the match itself. You get it at footie matches as well as at fine dining restaurants. It’s something you ate as a child without questioning what it was made of. It is yet another example of a rich culinary amalgamation of cultures, from pre-Inca Peru via Africa. It’s that unique smoky smell of cumin and chilli that emanates from old coal grills. Perhaps more importantly, it is the main source of income for many legendary Anticucho ladies, also known as Anticucheras, who set up their carts every night at eight in the same street corner, and have managed to raise families and send their kids to university through hard work and brilliant food – representing the Peruvian vision of progress better than anyone.