Sitting at El Cordobes with half a bottle of house red and Gazpacho on it’s way . . .If there’s one thing I do well, regardless of location, language or budget, it’s eat good food and drink good wine.
With my blue gingham table cloth, an accordion player nearby and football on the outdoor television (even at nice restaurants they play the football), Seville seems to have put on the ritz just for me.
An old man with his white hair and cap keeps glancing over from the table next to me occasionally asking questions in stunted English. My waiter chats with his coworkers and smiles at me. As usual I think they are a bit perplexed by the lone American girl ordering dinner for only herself and her notepad – yet another occasion when I need a bit of Spanish so I Dan at least begin to justify the situation.
My gazpacho arrives, cool and creamy, and I garnish it with tomato, onion and red pepper. It is tart, making my taste buds clinch a bit with each spoonful, and, though I must admit it isn’t my favorite dish of all time, it is a cool refreshment, perfect for the end of a hot day spent strolling around Seville. Read the rest of this entry »
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