Eating As A Contact Sport
We drove early this morning from Barcelona to San Sebastian. To be more accurate, the Gotham Gal drove and I sat in the passenger seat amazed at the vastness of the landscape where for large parts of the drive there was 20 to 30 kilometers between towns. It was desolate and a bit depressing for someone used to seeing a new person every ten feet in NYC.
We got to San Sebastian in time for lunch. After checking into our hotel, we walked to the beach where there were boat races going on, and then walked into the old part of town in search of lunch.
We found a few tapas bars that looked good and pushed our way in, and I do mean push. Eating in these bars on a sunday afternoon is a full contact sport. I was thinking I could have used some shoulder pads.
Here’s a selfie I took in one of the bars we pushed our way into.
In each bar, we got a beer to split and one or two tapas.
While it was work, and we had to push and shove a few times, the payoff was well worth it.
We got this Pulpo A La Planxta Con Membrillo in the first bar we went to.
And we got this grilled shrimp bruschetta (although they call it something slightly different here) in the second one we went to.
We are going back to the bars tomorrow night for more contact sport. I have to say it’s a lot of fun.