Tapas Tapas Tapas

With every bar and restaurant serving beautiful tapas, we hopped from one bar to another,  eating only a few pieces at each. The Spanish are really good at this. With one fell swoop of their tapas, they had me.  Euros 1.80/RM7 each. Ouch.

In Barcelona restaurants, only jamon Iberico is served, nothing less. Of course, there are different grades of Iberico ham.

You just take the tapas of your choice and they charge according to the toothpicks left on your plate. I wonder if anyone has tried swallowing the toothpicks.

The above tapas were served at Sargardi. I didn't get the name of the next one:

Hi, he waved at me. Spanish waitors, like their Italian counterparts, love to wink. It makes an old lady's heart skip a beat.

At 2 euros each and since Cheryl doesn't eat them, I bravely ordered only two of these babies while sitting at a classy long bar with a group of Spanish ladies nearby. Lucky I was thick-skinned because these were disappointing. Although the guy shucked them in front of me, these oysters only tasted briny with no depth in flavor and worse, they left a tingling iodine taste on the tongue. This is where they charged me for 3 pieces instead of 2. And  with skin thicker than cowhide, I corrected them. I think most people would've walked out without a whimper. Hey, with 2 euros I can get a glass of wine.

Writing this post made me wish I was in Barcelona. Btw, my friends have signed up to go outlet shopping with me next year. First come first basis.