Adam Jones
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Tried Four Brothers Venezuela at the fairgrounds again after a not-so-hot first attempt a while back. That first time? I stood at the counter like I was invisible at a Hogwarts ghost convention. No greeting, no eye contact, no food. Just vibes. Eventually walked away hungry and confused.
Today I gave them a second shot because I believe in redemption arcs, and this time someone actually took my order. Progress. I asked for a recommendation and landed on the pork sandwich, Venezuelan style. It came stacked with a generous pile of meat, but good luck trying to eat it without dismantling it like a Jenga tower. The flavor? Not bad, just not something I’d daydream about later.
It wasn’t terrible by any means, but I was surprised by how many glowing reviews this place has. I can’t help but wonder if it’s driven more by nostalgia or national pride than the actual food. Would love to hear what someone truly Venezuelan thinks of it.