Quite a brown lunch

A bifana sort of looks like it sounds actually, and tastes much better than it looks. Which is to say, sometimes scraggly bits of pork on their own in a roll. Except the pork has been cooked really well and then I think marinated in something, shall Google later. It was so delicious - juicy and savoury.

I'd skimmed a blog to find out the scale of the market and it mentioned Tabernita is the sort of joint the stall holders will peel off to after they get bored. I wasn't looking for it, but I found it at the right time and there was a table free so what the heck. I am so enjoying letting things fall into my lap, and I seem to just be having outrageous luck floating along with the current.

I caught the woman's eye immediately, pointed to a table outside then raised my eyebrows and pointed to myself, the international sign for can I sit there please. She nodded, brought me a menu, then we repeated that easily at the point of ordering, she scribbled it down and whacked the carbon copy under the table clip. I didn't wait long for my food, and as I was enjoying it, I watched group after group have a nightmare trying to sort what I'd just managed.

One of these was a group of Chinese Americans, three young people and two older women. Can't for the life of me work out if the two opposite me were brother and sister or a couple but she was exceptionally sweet and he was a raging pessimistic knob, managed to find something to complain about at every turn, and at one point called her an idiot for squeezing her lemon higher from the plate than he thought appropriate. I do not understand why people choose to be miserable sacks of POO. I took a group photo for them and I hope he looked crap.Читать далее