Monday, October 28, 2013

Tapas. Tapas. Everywhere.


 My amazing boyfriend, Glen, came to visit last week. He arrived Saturday morning and left yesterday morning—the best 8 days I have had in Europe since my parents came to visit.

Glen meets Miguel de Cervantes
On my Tuesday off, we decided to take a short day trip to Alcalá de Henares, a small pueblo 35 minutes outside of the center of Madrid. Alcalá is the birthplace of Cervantes; Glen and I started off our visit to one of the Cervantes-themed museums and followed up with a visit of his original birth-house. We then toured a 17th century playhouse, which, to each of our surprises, was extremely interesting and worth the tour: the building is built and structured as a square, but the seats and stage are built in a circle. Despite minor restoration and upkeep, the playhouse still boasts its original design.
barrels!
However, apart from the historic sites in this UNESCO World Heritage site, Alcalá’s tapa-culture was a large influence in Glen and my decision to visit the town. Most towns in Spain offer tapas, instead of bread, when you sit down and order a drink. Unfortunately, big cities like Barcelona and Madrid do not follow this rule; however, Alcalá, being a tiny pueblo, does indeed! The tapas at each restaurant vary and can either be the daily tapa of the house or there will be a menu of a few classic tapas from which you can choose. Our desire to café hop was further encouraged by the weather: Tuesday was the second day I had seen rain in dry Madrid since I had arrived, and the rain was a non-stop drizzle, so the idea of moving from shelter to shelter was quite enticing.

Our first stop was Gringo Viejo (c/ Ramon y Cajal, 8). The café was tucked away in a side street and clearly a local site. They had a huge awning outside, so we were able to sit on the patio and still be protected from the rain. For our tapas, we were served two pieces of garlic and oil marinated chorizo with roasted potatoes and chips. The tapa was small, but the two bites we did have were really delicious. The next stop, Los Balcones de Alcalá (Calle Cervantes, 2), was right off the main street in Alcalá and had a great atmosphere: a quiet café with Sinatra playing in the background. We were served to skewered tapas consisting of different hams, sausages and potatoes. The relaxed jazz environment and reminders of sleepless New York definitely made this our favorite stop.

We then made our way to La Taberna de Rusty (c/ Tinte, 1): a rustic café with wooden barrels for tables. There were ~10 different tapas for us to chose from: we ate a chicken empanada and tostadas. We then went up a side street for our next stop and found another café to hide from the rain. This place also had a list of tapas to choose from; Glen and I each, independently, chose the exact same two tapas from the 15 options: mushroom croquettas and a cheese plate. On our way out of Alcalá we decided to stop for one last tapa at a place I had read about: Indalo Tapas (c/ Libreros, 9) which was extremely underwhelming after our other four stops.

Our tapa excursion was the perfect, relaxing and fun activity for a rainy day, or any day for that matter. We left Alcalá with thanksgiving-full stomachs and only slightly damp. 



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