Its been a month since the freezing of my butt in Barcelona, and its interesting to look back at the food. Tapas and ham is what everyone knows of Spanish food, and my first experience of Barcelona did not disappoint. Tapas bars were everywhere, and even my hotel had three prominent signs advertising tapas. The... Continue Reading →

I must say, I know very little about Spanish food, because they seem to completely ignore their cousins across the Atlantic and eat none of those convenient Spanish-named foods – nacho, taco, burrito, not even a quesadilla anywhere. Tapas, of course, was everywhere in New York and Washington DC, but I must say was not... Continue Reading →