Seriously, I don’t know what this is called because I did not understand anything the waitress said to me. It was through pointing and me, rather futily, trying to tell her “I want the dish that is closest to be authentic Columbian food.” This place was actually referred to us by the waiter at another restaurant. He described the food in exquisite detail and I believe he was getting hungry talking about the food— and the food was good. This meat entry was so tasty in so many ways. It was worth the drive and the stress of leading someone else in another car there while trying not to get lost on the way. The place is El Tropico. Stop by. The owner, once he learned I was from Hawaii, was very excited to have me and gave me about 10 of his business cards.