The Buchannan Food Experience

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Disgusting but lovely tapas

There's a special sort of restaurants where you'd only go when ten more people go with you, where I would never take my lover for a romantic soiré. There used to be one of those called "Savoy" (nothing to do with the traditional Savoy) in Zaragoza.
Really close to the Ramblas, in a tiny street where streets can't go (Xuclá) Los Toreros turns up. At first sight, there are not many tables, but there's a huge hall inside. Tables of about 15 hungry people who hardly have seen each other out of their jobs or their classes are always waiting for their dishes.
And there goes the long-suffering waitress carrying three dishes on each arm. Don't expect anything special: spicy fries, grilled prawns, cured ham, chorizo, spicy sausage,... a great number of different snacks (the world known "tapas"). The waiters start taking out dishes and they don't stop for a long time; anything you want, you can eat it twice.



However, I can't lie; what makes the place so attractive to people is the fact that you can drink all the red wine and sangria you can (they also take out some water,... I think...). After half an hour people from different tables are talking with everyone. The day I visited the place, a quite confused couple from some nothern country where really frightened. One of my friends is an strict vegetarian who hates bull-fighting and doesn't eat meat or fish at all. As you see, it was a very original night.
At eleven o'clock the cook comes out from the kitchen and in a very ungry way he "invites" you to leave the restaurant. They have booked tables for more people and wants us to leave. Once you're out you notice you smell like a croquette.

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