Also, holy crap, there about 5 litres of Sangria to go through. Courtesy of Jenny’s Dad. As well as rows and rows of San Miguel, and Mahou beer.
He still said it was worth it (but I got most of the donuts).
-photo taken from Wikipedia I am still trying to process what has happened. As is much, I expect, much of the culinary world. We watched Bourdain, march across the world, dragging us along as he ate… well ate near enough anything that looked remotely interesting (raw seal eyes anyone?) Programmes, such as the Layover, and…
Like cheesecake, with a beer, and sparkling water. How rock and roll!
“Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy” – Frank Sinatra
And in less than a minute I’ve ordered a quarter of the menu!
Dishes are prepped and served that they are meant to be eaten by one person. Not, as one hoped, shared.
This was the first dish I got here. And it took nearly all my will power to not go back for a second portion. It’s that good!
I’m at a stage that I can’t even throw together a lunch with friends anymore unless we book it weeks in advance
But I knew at the very least I wanted the potatoes. Not something I expected to hear myself saying or writing, but there you go. Michelin Starred chef cooks potatoes. And I lose my shit.
However, what I do know is that it has 800 calories in it. That’s more than a Big Mac. And I bought one, all for myself.
Suddenly Tequila becomes all the more inviting, so I go back to the restaurant that had that sign outside.