a wandering woman writes

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Where everybody knows your name

A wandering American walks into a bar. The bartender has the Ribera poured before our hungry wanderer makes it from the door to the empty stool.

"¡Morcilla!", says the bartender to the wandering American, looking over the Ribera with a smile. "¿Morcilla, verdad?

Ummmm..this a good sign, right?



  • would that be Burgos morcilla, fried round with bits of rice in it? Or the rich loose Leon kind? Or Morcilla Villada, with onions?
    Inquiring minds want to know!
    (Go for the Burgos!)

    By Blogger Rebrites@yahoo.com, at 6:49 PM  

  • Yesterday was Burgos, yep, Rebecca, in the bar del barrio... but you know, when you are in Salamanca I will take to Max's, a bar here in Salamanca that claims to have the most types of morcilla of any bar in Spain, and we will order the degustación de morcillas....mmmm...You in?

    By Blogger wandering-woman, at 7:06 PM  

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