Okay, if you read my reviews in logical, sequential order, you would be conceding that you are painfully anal and I, that I tend to eat the same meal, over and over again. We were on Madrid Pass time, so as the clock ticked we found this place that from the other side of the road looked like a Greek taverna.
Out came the bacon and eggs. Oh, variation, divergence, in the shape of hand cut chips. Just like being home in Ireland, without the craic or the stout. If my Spanish was not so crap we would have got the breakfast deal, which for me would have meant beer. Beer for breakfast, a lush idea way ahead of its time.
Patrick backed up with churros and chocolate, with the sugary sticks fat and the sauce rich and me doing hasty EURO-AUD conversion to reveal that when we last had churros and chocolate back home in Sydney, it cost about five times what it cost here. Still, I was seething about my cerveza denial and so left Yupi yapping... read more