A Turkish restaurant dishes up hefty portions. This is only half of what arrives on my plate. However, it is delicious and becomes lunch and dinner for the day.
Cookies just like those from the Italian bakeries of my childhood. I see them and just have to buy some.
Paddington may seem to be drinking a lot of coffee, but really he continually agrees to humor me and pose with animate objects to provide a sense of scale. This is a coffee to go (café con leche para llevar)--no grandes or ventes here. This isn't even half a tall.
Jerri's request for iced tea produces a cup with tea bag, a pot of hot water, a packet of sugar, and a glass of ice.
Tortilla (pretty much fritatta) is quickly becoming my comfort food here. It's familiar, a lifelong favorite, and there's hardly a place to eat that doesn't serve it.
I have no idea what these are called, but they are wonderful--filo pastry filled with spinach, cheese, and shrimp. Eaten outdoors at one of the fountain plaza restaurants. We like going to the fountain plaza to eat because nearly every establishment offers free wifi (pronounced wee-fee) so we can Skype with Jim and Mom J in relative privacy instead of broadcasting in an indoor situation.
How many plates does it take to serve one person a simple lunch? Apparently, five: one for the drink, one for the food, one for the bread (that comes with just about anything you order; it is good bread, though), one for the utensils (huh?!), and one for the single pat of butter.
The Turkish restaurant.
Rumbos, cochina permanente, which we suspect means something like “open 24 hours." It's certainly open every time we pass it. We've eaten quite a few meals here, especially me when I'm on my own. I can't get lost because it's right around the corner from our building and is conveniently located on the corner we have to cross to head for the hospital.
Fast food Mexican (with not a whole lot of actual Mexican on the menu) restaurant that seems like a popular hangout with the younger crowd.
The small cafe across the street where we often eat desayuno.
The corner restaurant where, a week after we'd eaten dinner there exactly once, the senora remembered us and that we'd been walking the Camino and had a sister in the hospital.
Cookies just like those from the Italian bakeries of my childhood. I see them and just have to buy some.
Paddington may seem to be drinking a lot of coffee, but really he continually agrees to humor me and pose with animate objects to provide a sense of scale. This is a coffee to go (café con leche para llevar)--no grandes or ventes here. This isn't even half a tall.
Jerri's request for iced tea produces a cup with tea bag, a pot of hot water, a packet of sugar, and a glass of ice.
Tortilla (pretty much fritatta) is quickly becoming my comfort food here. It's familiar, a lifelong favorite, and there's hardly a place to eat that doesn't serve it.
I have no idea what these are called, but they are wonderful--filo pastry filled with spinach, cheese, and shrimp. Eaten outdoors at one of the fountain plaza restaurants. We like going to the fountain plaza to eat because nearly every establishment offers free wifi (pronounced wee-fee) so we can Skype with Jim and Mom J in relative privacy instead of broadcasting in an indoor situation.
How many plates does it take to serve one person a simple lunch? Apparently, five: one for the drink, one for the food, one for the bread (that comes with just about anything you order; it is good bread, though), one for the utensils (huh?!), and one for the single pat of butter.
The Turkish restaurant.
Rumbos, cochina permanente, which we suspect means something like “open 24 hours." It's certainly open every time we pass it. We've eaten quite a few meals here, especially me when I'm on my own. I can't get lost because it's right around the corner from our building and is conveniently located on the corner we have to cross to head for the hospital.
Fast food Mexican (with not a whole lot of actual Mexican on the menu) restaurant that seems like a popular hangout with the younger crowd.
The small cafe across the street where we often eat desayuno.
The corner restaurant where, a week after we'd eaten dinner there exactly once, the senora remembered us and that we'd been walking the Camino and had a sister in the hospital.
I like how the "to go" cup is in English... ha ha.
ReplyDeleteAnd both of you taking a picture is typical Jenista.
Biscuits or cake? Fair amount trying to be cakes by the looks of it. How tasty were the Biscuits, like you remember?
ReplyDeleteThey were definitely biscuits (cookies) and they were every bit as good as the ones I remember from my childhood. :-)
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