Feed Us!

Deep fried artichoke hearts and Iberian ham on bread

A platter of seafood

Vino Tinto

A Spanish version of Osso Buco

Hazelnut cakes and chocolate truffles

Fat and happy diners

There is something I love about going into a restaurant, opening the menu and not being able to read one blessed word, and saying to the owner, "Feed us."

That is what happened last night.

The owner spoke to us in rapid fire Spanish. We couldn't understand one word of what he was saying. So we just shrugged, closed our menus, and in our best sign language asked him to choose for us.

He said, "Tapas?"

We nodded.

He said, "Feesh?"

We nodded.

"Toro?"

We nodded.

"Jamon serrano?"

We nodded.

"Vino tinto?"

And then out came the food. And the wine. It was perfect. It was delicious. We ate every bite and mopped our plates clean with pieces of bread.

As I said. I love being fed.