Not one single proper sit down meal in two weeks in Spain. Honestly. Zero. Nada. I was far too enamoured with the idea of tapas to give away precious space in my stomach to a “normal” three course meal. See, tapas is the perfect solution to my natural inclination to inhabit more informal and casual eating and drinking establishments and for my desire not to commit to one portion of any food. If you’ve ever eaten in a group with me, you’ll know me as the person eyeing everyone else’s dish with envy. For a week in Madrid (and I’ll write separately on my tapas adventures in Seville later – this post will be long enough as it is), I hopped, skipped and jumped my way through some outstanding bars and snacks.
I got started on my first afternoon in Madrid at the Mercado San Miguel. Jammed wall to wall with people having the same idea as me, I did a circle of the eating stalls before settling on a perfectly perfumed paella served with a rustic Rioja. The server made sure I had my fair share of the charred rice bits in my dish (those alone should be a snack!). My first tapas in Spain was a rousing success.