"We had a reservation, but I was surprised by the little assistance compared to past occasions. the reason came with the painful. they have gone from serving good material at affordable prices, giving good material at market prices, and the market is very high. I tried to change the traditional centollo for some cigales; and I was backed up, even my friend proposed that two by head; less bad than the waiter, young and attentive, sang to us the price of the tasty bugs... er, well, better a big one by head. And yet, I had to re-tonate the invisible dance song: ‘I don’t forgive my father that I wasn’t rich.’ That's right, the option, or maybe not, motivated us to change from a spit table to another with enough breadth. We also enjoy begars, something expensive, anchovies, good and expensive, chipirones encebollados, tasty and somewhat scarce, and a malete for three: good quantity, good owl, good freshness and good taste. To the cigales, they had some oil left to be on the plate. I don't know why I let myself convince when they're much richer, steamer. and less evil than the blanc fisherman was no more overestimated than usual. still stunned by the monetary coup, we approached the port to air and to store that recidivism will have to be weighed."
