Eating tapas is like walking around an impressive art exhibit with a bottomless glass of wine the wait staff keeps topping off. While consuming delightful morsel after morsel, you never quite know how much you’ve consumed - and what you’re eating is the art itself.
Then there is the visual experience and instant gratification of pointing to the food you fancy and having it quickly plated and delivered. Unless of course it requires some additional preparation like the tender calamari rings and thinly sliced artichoke hearts so expertly flash fried to a perfect crisp at Ciudad Condal.
From Barcelona to Seville to Madrid to Toledo, tapas became a regular part of our Spanish experience.
Like the tapas, each town offers a unique - and tasty - take on life.
“Es muy romantico,” opined Orlando as he playfully raised and lowered his eyebrows. He should know. The night before, the beachside waiter at The Tides resort in Zihuatanejo, Mexico, had taken his bride of six years to the hilltop restaurant to celebrate their anniversary. It brought tears to her eyes, he proudly reported.
Appropriately named Tentaciones (Temptations in English), the restaurant set high above the fishing village lived up to its name by tempting all senses to new levels of appreciation.