So, having finished the flea market, our tummies indicated it was time for lunch. In America. Lunch time in Spain was still an hour or more away, leaving us plenty of time to explore, examine, wait, and wait; and wait. At length, wandering around, we decided upon Sobrino de Botin, which Guiness certifies as the world's oldest (still operating) restaurant. We were impressed. Very impressed. Vicki especially wanted to try their specialty, roast suckling pig. I wanted the garlic soup. Surprisingly, very surprisingly, we got in and got a table, and...
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Wandering the streets of old Madrid in search of a restaurant that was open before
1PM |
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Historic |
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And legendary garlic soup; but not open |
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At last! Never mind that the people who do the Guinness
certifications are not sober |
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Opening soon; the tour bus crowds stop, pose, but don't stay for the opening;
Vicki is first in line; we are hopeful |
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And we are in! Climbing to the 2nd floor |
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The (Gringo) menu |
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Includes a history of the place |
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White sangria, our Spanish drink of choice |
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Historic photo |
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My garlic soup; yum |
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My scrambled eggs with salmon; extra yum |
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Vicki's suckling pig; not much meat, she said, not very tasty;
at least it wasn't grain-fed |
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Panning around; I think we had dessert; maybe not |
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Lots of old tile |
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So at this point I wander into the kitchen to see the allegedly 300-year old oven |
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And there are the specialty; dozens of them |
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Roasting of the Innocents; Vicki says had she seen this she might have gone for the
chicken; or maybe even the fish |
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Almost lunch-time! |
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Historic photograph, re-take |