Eating out

Muddle of Pasta

My experience with Spanish food is not great. But it has been boosted this week by the little restaurant round the corner from where I am working. Recommended as "normally serving good food" I trotted along the first day with some expectation.

Hamburgers and Chips

The short list outside in Spanish told me there was a choice, but little else. Inside, there were tables but little activity. But I was seen and invited to sit. The waitress arrived with a pad and an expectant look. Clearly I should have already chosen, so the menu from outside was helpfully brought in. But it did not help! I chose at random!

It was ok. I had managed to ensure I avoided fish just in case I still proved alergic, but for preference I would have also avoided mushrooms in oil. The next course was chicken. I also remember having melon and ending with coffee. There was a coke too.

Since I did not have a lot of cash, I began to wonder of they took cards. By the look of the place I could not be sure. But the guessing was over when I retrned from the toilet (an experience I repeated only once when desperate). The bill was already there. €9. À nice round figure.

frozen

The next day I went armed with a 'dictionnaire' from the internet. With this aid I decided one of the starters was cheese and one of the main courses was "muddle of drunkenness". I didn't have the courage to order it!

But I did order the cheese. It turned up as a fried egg in a tomato and veg sauce.

In the next two days some of the "pot luck" has gone out of my choices. So here was today's selection for £7.76

• "Muddle of pasta"
• "Hamburgers and chips"
• "Frozen" 

The first time I chose 'frozen' I got a lolly, this time a cone.