04-01-2019, 07:47 PM
Wife and I went to Spain.
anguilas al ajillo
Day 4, we hop on the train to Alicante with my sister in law, I swim in the Mediterranean (cross that one off the list!), it was cold as a motherfucker and I was HONGRY.
So we hit up this literal hole in the wall. No kidding it smelled like piss in the street just outside, and graffiti in the square just below said (forgive my poor translation) "I shoved Franco's skull up my ass".
We are met by this old fucker who does NOT habla inglés, fortunately my sister in law speaks it just fine in her weird lispy Galacian accent, and manages to order for us.
He first brings some fucking like, tiny eels and shrimp in olive oil. "Anguilas al Ajillo" basically eels and garlic. Fucking delicious.
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Course two, Jamón ibérico and sheep's cheese.
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Holy crap. I know it, like, doesn't look like much. Ham and cheese, BFD.
Nah man. It was...almost unbelievable that something so simple could taste so. goddam. good. There was a little crushed tomato with herbs and olive oil on the side, and two different cheeses though I couldn't tell you what they were. For dessert they served some kind of fragile layered cake with a thin custard on top, no idea what it was, didn't get a picture of it because it didn't last long enough. It was outgoddamstanding.
We had other food while we were there. It all pales in comparison to this fucking HAM. Weird how different the "same" things taste. Never had such tasty grapes in my entire life, and who knew raspberries could taste sweet and floral instead of just kind of bitter.
A+, 10/10, worth spending 3 hours in a fucking customs line in Jersey for.
anguilas al ajillo
Day 4, we hop on the train to Alicante with my sister in law, I swim in the Mediterranean (cross that one off the list!), it was cold as a motherfucker and I was HONGRY.
So we hit up this literal hole in the wall. No kidding it smelled like piss in the street just outside, and graffiti in the square just below said (forgive my poor translation) "I shoved Franco's skull up my ass".
We are met by this old fucker who does NOT habla inglés, fortunately my sister in law speaks it just fine in her weird lispy Galacian accent, and manages to order for us.
He first brings some fucking like, tiny eels and shrimp in olive oil. "Anguilas al Ajillo" basically eels and garlic. Fucking delicious.
Course two, Jamón ibérico and sheep's cheese.
Holy crap. I know it, like, doesn't look like much. Ham and cheese, BFD.
Nah man. It was...almost unbelievable that something so simple could taste so. goddam. good. There was a little crushed tomato with herbs and olive oil on the side, and two different cheeses though I couldn't tell you what they were. For dessert they served some kind of fragile layered cake with a thin custard on top, no idea what it was, didn't get a picture of it because it didn't last long enough. It was outgoddamstanding.
We had other food while we were there. It all pales in comparison to this fucking HAM. Weird how different the "same" things taste. Never had such tasty grapes in my entire life, and who knew raspberries could taste sweet and floral instead of just kind of bitter.
A+, 10/10, worth spending 3 hours in a fucking customs line in Jersey for.
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