My parents ordered an order of rice, pollo Al orno, carne frita, beans, guineito and yuca and brought that feast to my house. My god was that food delicious. The carne frita was perfectly seasoned, I had a few bites while I finished blow drying my daughters hair. My parents enjoyed their meal and I can hear them tearing it up from the sala! The portions were generous and they offered my husband some. My husband served himself an extra healthy helping of all of the things. And even then there was leftovers. Nothing was missing from his plate. He took a bite and asked where they got it from and they said “el tipico Dominicano” and he said “ah por eso es” and I’m like what? He’s like they always put a little extra. Extra what you say? Protein. In the form of a cockroach. In the food. Dead. To say we all gagged is an understatement. We think it came from the beans, didn’t have the stomach to figure it out much. Leftovers went to the garbage and we all stared at each other silently for a couple of minutes. Food is delicious. If you don’t mind the extra protein. Be warned.