Day one proper in a Spanish city. It's not as warm as the weather predictors predicted. But, fuck it, the shorts are on.
Hotel breakfast it is. Strangely wet scrambled egg, ham in a variety of forms and possibly the worst coffee a human has experienced.
Lunch was more tapas, but this time with a little more prejudice. More ham, patatas bravas, bread with aioli and tomato, and an octopus tendril with some kind of fish salad following it along.
Look, this holiday isn't really about the food so I'm not in any rush to pour over reviews and recommendations and all that. We go where our thirst and hunger takes us.
That said, we are lucky today.
I'm not sure how we got onto the idea, but steak was floated. And steak was agreed.
As you can imagine there are steakhouses catering to tourists dotted all over the shop, but we found one with good reviews that required a small walk.
It was decent, we opted for a tomahawk steak with some salad and potatoes. It was delicious but we had also imbibed in the local potion. If I found myself in the city again, I'd definitely hit it up. If I can remember what it's called.
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