
Spanish food is wonderful. So wonderful in fact that my week long vacation in Spain was more about eating than site seeing, and with my food loving Spanish officemate showing Cheryl and me around, life was good. I could go on and on about the different types of food and wine, but for now I'll just stick with what we had to eat.
That evening we went to the Lavapies neighborhood in Madrid where there was a "festival" going on. In truth it was more like some games for kids and lots of food. We grabbed some excellent fried chorizo or Spanish sausage and felt our arteries clog, scarfed a heaping pile of calamari that made most portions of the stuff look tiny, tasted the sangria and tinto de verano in "mini's" (a size of at least 32 ounces), and finally finished up with churros (think fried dough in stick-shape) with chocolate dipping sauce for dessert.
For lunch it is also typical to go to a restaurant and have a three course meal or menú del día. The restaurant will usually only have a few options to reduce the price and also give out cheap table wine as well. Interestingly enough it seemed that a bottle of wine was given for 1 to 3 people - that's some incentive to eat alone.
That evening we started the Spanish Civil War back at Borja's place when we just said we wanted to have a typical Spanish food for dinner. The two ladies in the room and the one on the phone had plenty to say about where to get good food, but we ended up at Botín, the oldest restaurant in the world, to dine on traditional roast suckling pig. Let's just say it was fantastic, and the restaurant's decor seems to be the same as when it opened in 1725, which Borja kindly pointed out is "older than our country".
At night we went out on the town for an experience I hadn't had before. The Bilbaoans start with half glasses of wine at several bars and then head off to dinner. We went to a traditional (tired of that word yet? well as Borja would say, "it means older than your country") Basque ciderhouse. To start with, lets just say the Basque are known for out-eating and out-drinking everyone, which might be why their traditional meal starts with going to a huge keg of cider, pulling the tap and having it shoot into your glass three feet from the keg, and only drinking about 3 ozs per glass because the stuff is so strong. I know after four of those things I was, as they say, "en puntillo". After a round of appetizers, most already mentioned here, we were given the traditional meal, a thick prime rib steak seared on the out side and red warm in the middle. Now I wouldn't be a Texan if I said it was better than steak back home but it was definitely a piece of meat I won't forget. I was pleasantly surprised when a rather large one was slapped on my plate with a challenge from the skinny Basque as to whether I could eat like them, I think I won (so did Cheryl).
In conclusion, I probably shouldn't need to eat any meat again for at least a few years - Borja isn't kidding when he says "Spain isn't for vegetarians". If you are ever headed to Spain be sure and try a few of these dishes and you won't be disappointed.
1: Sounds tasty!
It would sound even tastier if I ate red meat.