We went to a tapas bar tonight. The site of all the food laid out caught our eye as we passed down the sidewalk. I have pictures but I didn't bring a usb cord to pull off pictures from Stephanie's camera. All seemed well until our waiter suggested a sample plate. I have no idea what I ate but some was good and some was bad. At lunch I ordered beans, sausage and rice; Matt ordered a hamburger. My sausage was a odd shaped piece of meat with an equally odd taste. The beans were terrible and instead of rice I was given a fried egg. Matt's hamburger was probably veal. When trying to figure out what meat was in the patty we both realized that the name hamburger has nothing to do with beef??
Dear Mr. Grumpy Wag,
ReplyDeleteI am quite enjoying your travelogue! I only wish that I were in Barcelona to help you order food and to help point at printers in flyers (I myself once had to help purchase routers in just such a manner, then spent the evening taking my kids to see Pirates of the Caribbean in Spanish with English subtitles).
REGISTER YOURSELF when you get the chance.
Ed