Hello, strangers! It’s been a while since I was last able to do a review post and I have no good excuse. After Christmas, things just started piling up and well, my posts for BTM have been pushed back until today (this particular post has been on the queue list in forever). Speaking of the holidays, I would just like to say that I had me some excellent Pinoy nomz back home, highlighted by a tasty and crispy Cebu lechon from Arielson’s Lechon (they’ve great customer service).
Soooo.. it’s the new year (even for the Chinese! -this joke’s a month too late). Have you all made your resolutions for the year? Mine are 1.) to be sexy and 2.) to be mature. I think I’ve broken mine by gorging on beautiful nomz whenever I find them. But enough of that, let’s get on with this post.
Let me start by boring you all with a bit of a back story. A few months ago, a small group of us were looking for good places to visit in Europe. The most accessible city for us at that time was Barcelona so we booked our tickets and applied for vacation days ASAP. A couple of weeks and a few hundred Euros later, we were on our way to Spain, land of our ancestral
oppressors colonizers, bringing with us backpacks and adventurous spirits.
Because we got there early, we started with the sightseeing and picture-taking (no vacation is a true vacation without them) from morning until our legs could carry us no more, and I was so hungry, I was ready to eat the next edible thing I see, be it a beetle or a bug.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at it), I was with relatively sane people and bugs were out of the question. For dinner, we found our way to this restaurant which came highly recommended by trusted foodies for their supposedly excellent paella and tapas.
Of course, what would a trip to Spain be without trying authentic Spanish nomz and we were told that Salamanca is the best place to go. And so we did. As soon as we entered the restaurant, we were ushered to a table, handed our menus, and were almost instantly served with chorizo and tomato bread (both on the house), popular appetizers in Spain.
And then came the main course, the seafood paella. It arrived as a mountain of lobster, shrimp, squid, and oysters on sticky Spanish rice on a hot paella plate. We ordered enough for four (hungry lumberjacks) and the servers were kind enough to distribute them into equal parts to save us the trouble. And it didn’t disappoint. The flavors were rich, the rice was filling, the seafood was fresh, the plate was heavy. This is the stuff that makes those Spanish mestiza hips oh-so-glorious. This is the good stuff.
After stuffing ourselves full, the servers promptly cleared up our table and to our surprise, served us a round of grappa to cap the meal. A little bit of research (Google-ing for five minutes, more like) tells me that not all recommend the restaurant. Our little group, on the other hand, enjoyed our visit immensely. From the quick and attentive service, to the on-the-house appetizers and alcohol, and the mouth-watering nomz, dining at Salamanca was truly a magical experience.
(Dear paella, ILU)