When I moved a few weeks ago, we had an early 6 a.m. start so there was no time for breakfast. I had 2 slices of leftover pizza from the night before in my backpack so about an hour into the drive, I asked my driver, Tino, (who only speaks Spanish) if he was hungry and wanted a slice. He laughed a little and told me, No, I only eat gallo pinto and casados. So I put away the pizza temporarily.
So about 5 minutes later, we approached a small soda and he pulled in and said, We’re having breakfast, I want to treat you to gallo pinto.