Brilliant squid sandwich
Gastronomic delights. That's exactly what Tablecloth & Knife is about; of pleasures such as the Waves of plankton and iodine from Ángel León in Aponiente, the bull tartar with eel and truffle from Kabuki (Presidente Carmona) or the cheese cart from Santceloni. also from simpler pleasures like the mushrooms from the Blue Angel, the croquettes from Askua or the shrimp omelette from Casa Balbino in Sanlúcar de Barrameda. Even - if I'm rushed - guilty pleasures like (pocket) chips or a Quarter Pounder with cheese.
But there are other gastronomic pleasures on a par with any of those up there. Put yourself in a situation: Friday night, the night has gotten -a little- out of hand: you have even drunk the water from the vases and for dancing you've even danced to Pitbull's with J.Lo (what the hell, especially that one). You leave the den. Dawn. You look at the ground. You look at yourself. You cry. It is time for the very hard and sad return home: "The Walk of Shame" , but first -oh, yes- you're going to put a greasy beef nugget between your chest and back, no, the next thing. Or a slice of pizza or a kebab or maybe all three. And God knows that there is nothing about Noma that he feels as honestly good as that first bite with two hands that will cradle us until the time of the hangover.
Because maybe it's dawn and maybe a f***ing taxi won't pass through the whole Castellana and maybe tomorrow's hangover will be insane and those runners preparing "the stocking" will look at you badly back to civilization, but that piece of sandwich was well worth a weekend of ibuprofen and regret . Don't look the other way: you know it.
It has many names: “The onion menu”, “From lost to pizza”, “Shall we go to Celler de Can Pepito de Ternera?” . But only one goal: pleasure without nonsense.
GREASE
VALENCIA
** The drunken oven ** (Swedish, 3) . You hipster gang think that ruzafa -which is the Malasaña de la terreta- she has always been there with her cute cafeterias, her beards and her dirty bikes. But no, nothing is further from reality; and it is that not so long ago it was a decadent neighborhood that we only went to at 5 in the morning for our empanadilla de 'toma, champi o espi' . Mythical.
The Trinity (Gran Vía de Ramón y Cajal). Who has not woken up shrugging at a table on the Trina terrace, with a loin sandwich with cheese in one hand and a coffee in the other, has neither had life nor has had anything. **Here the worst (rather) and the best (there are, there are) ** from each house, the most varied fauna of Valencia devouring greasy sandwiches on heels and little Zara dresses . Wonderful.
Sirloin sandwich with green pepper jam (?) and a 0'0
BARCELONA
If you are in the center (Raval, Gòtic, Born) your thing is to go to ** La Boqueria ** for breakfast. They open at 7 in the morning and in addition to being one of the best markets in the world they hide the jewel in the crown of onions: **the sausage sandwich from the Pinotxo bar**.
The Velodrome (Muntaner, 213) the place where hangovers meet with possible . Amalgamation of posh children who never come down from Diagonal; creatas who leave work at six and morning radio announcers dipping the cupcake before the microphones.
**Vallvidrera Viewpoint**, after passing through the Foix Pastry shop. And it is that if in Madrid the sunrise is owned by the Temple of Debod, in Barcelona they are more like climbing a mountain and enjoying how the sun floods the city from the heights armed on the edge of a bag of croissants and a lukewarm coffee . Anyway, seny stuff.
Sausage from the Pinotxo bar
MADRID
** El Melo's ** (Ave Maria, 44). Legendary Galician tavern in Lavapiés where calls are served "sneakers" , a monstrous double toast with several layers of tetilla cheese and lacón. fine thing
Mythical are also the sandwiches at ** El Brillante **, the slices of pizza with a jug at Pizzería Maravillas or the skewer of tortillas with cane at The corner (May 2), the vermouth of Camacho House and market cuisine Achuri on the seafront of Madrid, Argumosa.
Do you dare with a 'sneaker'?
LOGRONO
The capital of the best land with the name of wine could not be less, obviously. Mythical are the chocolates with churros (after a good night of partying and jazz at the Biribay) chup chup (Avenida de Navarra, 2) next to the nightclubs, perfect for the morning pilgrimage because it raises the blind at 7am. A meeting place for sleepovers, job seekers and some clueless tourist -if I were to tell you.
If you are more of a greeting, it is better to transfer your alcoholic buttocks to the bar. The Golden Spike.
SEVILLE
The Trinity, in the historic round (María Auxiliadora, 45) and if you end up in El Trini - partying in Seville? you will end up in El Trini- you have to ask his mythical "Serranito" , one of the key pieces to understand Seville, Andalusian and even European gastronomy.
The Bill's (Avenida de la Innovación, 3) lost fast food joint where Christ gave the three voices but with a couple of key details: free Wi-Fi, greasy and good, ‘Bilio's the Most’ (uh-huh, that's what it's called) a double hamburger with bacon, extra cheese and lots of sauces who knows.
*PS: my most sincere thanks for their invaluable collaboration to my dear María Sánchez Díez , Lorena G. Diaz , Esther Pinyol (who also leaves us some notes from New York nightlife ), Cristina Arroyo and Marina Coronado . Although well thought out, it's not that this thanks says anything good about you, no or what.
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