Spain, Barcelona,
16 Nov. 2010.
I try hard to make sense of the board outside one of Barcelona´s many small bars, proclaiming the menu of the day, El Menu del dia as they call it in this part of the world. It goes a bit like this...
Primers,
Mongeta Tendra
Rollito de Primervera
Amaita Tébita de Camamber
Segons
Calamars a la Romana
Fricandpo amb. Xampinyars
Salsitxes amb. Patats
Beguda, Pa, Postre o Cafe
Good thing this is not my first stint in Catalunya´s capital though the Catalan language is not all that hard to master when one speaks Castellano, the amount of different dishes in this part of the world is staggering, adding to that the numerous pakistani, Chinese, Indian and assorted foreign inmigrant owned restaurants all quite willing to advetise their own dishes in the local limbo and it should be clear that one needs at least a couple thousand of dish names just to make sure one gets his or her necesay nutrients inside the Gringo tummy...
If there is one thing I have learned during my many trips to Catalunya, it is the fierce nationalistic feelings among the local populace, and though probably stronger then in El Pais Vasco...at least the Catalans manifest it in the wrtten word instead of blowing things up A La Manera Vasco.
Still, I love sitting in one of these typical spanish bars after a whole morning of wandering around, somewhere in a busy Carrer or Passeig and enjoy a great meal, Una Copa de Vino Tinto and a Cafecito Al Final Del Menu Del Dia, stronger as my stomach can take it.....
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