4 Days in Granada

DSC00116Ah, Granada, the historic city nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. That’s right, anywhere Spanish is spoken, a Sierra Nevada mountain range is never too far away. Granada actually comes from the Spanish word for pomegranate, representations of which can be found throughout the cobbled streets, tiled signs and just about everywhere else you look. Granada is known for its Moorish past, the expansive Alhambra, and for putting the tapas of Madrid to shame. Forget about that whole potato chip, olive bowl incremental buildup I wrote about in Madrid. In Granada, olives are a natural element to your table, like oxygen in the air. We were getting bowls of stewed carracoles (snails), plates of avocado bread with sliced sausages, platters of prawns, a halved and caponata stuffed eggplant…the list goes on. We spent the majority of our time in the city drinking cañas (tiny beers) and waiting in joyous anticipation for our next tapa to reveal itself. See some of the tapa highlights for yourself!

Bar Aliatar Los Carracoles: Carracoles (aka snails!)

Bar Aliatar Los Carracoles: Carracoles (aka snails!)

Bar Aliatar Los Carracoles: Croquettas de verduras

Bar Aliatar Los Carracoles: Croquettas de verduras

A glass of Vine de Terreno and a cana along with a platter of prawns, olives and chips!

A glass of Vine de Terreno and a cana along with a platter of prawns, olives and chips!

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Those are Ham legs dangling above the bar, yum!

Those are Ham legs dangling above the bar, yum!

Aside from sitting in the patios of various restaurants eating tapas and drinking, we managed to pepper in a few notable cultural activities into our Granada excursion. We visited the mighty Alhambra and spent 5 glorious hours strolling through its vast and well maintained grounds. You can buy tickets for either a morning session of an afternoon session, and since it was important for us to drink cañas and eat tapas in the afternoon everyday, we went for the AM. The most stunning archeological component of the Alhambra is the Nasrid palace. In an effort to control the flow of visitors there you must choose a designated time to enter the palace when you buy your ticket. We chose the 9am entrance and it wasn’t too crowded at that time which was nice. The intricate details of the tiles and carvings on the walls are mind blowing. We tried to capture a few of the glorious details but pictures just won’t do it justice.

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Though we rarely pay for tours of any kind, we managed to get a discount on the night tour from the company Play. I think the 3 hour tour is usually 25 euros but we paid 15. I really enjoyed this experience because it provided a great history and overview of the neighborhoods of the city. We were taken to two different viewpoints where we got vast views of Granada at sunset and then later at night. We also got a much more in depth tour of the illegal caves that people from all over the world have been inhabiting on the fringe of the Granada’s city limit. Jordan and I agreed we would have never ventured into the web of caves ourselves and were glad to have seen it. Some of the caves were a bit sad looking, bare bones, classic cave style. Others though had been decorated, tapped into the city’s electric and landscaped beautifully creating a very interesting community to explore.

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a view from the caves

a view from the caves

We ventured back up to a cave to see a Flamenco show one evening. I hadn’t realized how explosively percussive and improvised flamenco is. It is a passionate display in which the dancers test the strength of the wooden stage as they slam their heels down in rhythm with their snapping fingers. The women wear expressions of strength, focus, and borderline anger. I believe the best dancers are judged by the number of bobby pins that burst from their hair during their un-choreographed maelstrom of moves. All the while, a man wearing tight jeans with long curly hair belts out tragic riffs alongside the flamenco guitarists. They are guided by the dancer’s rhythm. From what we’ve heard so far, classic flamenco singing should sound like you have a mouthful of marbles and are about to start crying, if you want to be really authentic about it. We were sitting in the front row and more than I few times a found myself holding my breath, totally wrapped up in the passion of the performance.

DSC00356I took a video during the performance which you can watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WK8AYjQDag&feature=youtu.be

We will most definitely return to Granada one day, it was just too good to say goodbye to forever.

Tapas Bars we Loved:

Bar Aliatar Los Carracoles: Plaza Aliatar, 4

Get the snails! don’t be afraid! also, get at least 3 drinks here because their other tapas we fantastic. In lieu of a cheap beer, ask for a glass of Vino de terreno (local wine), it was delicious.

Taberna La Tana: Placeta del Agua, 3

The tapas here were hearty and the wine selection vast, though we ended up sticking with the cheap beers.

We took a short but well rewarded street art walk along Cuesta Del Caidero and Vistillas de los Angeles

We took a short but well rewarded street art walk along Cuesta Del Caidero and Vistillas de los Angeles

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Cocido Madrileño in Madrid: A Comedy of Horrors (and deliciousness)

Always willing to spend our money on food above all else, Jordan and I made a reservation for a traditional Cocido Madrileño at Malacatin, a place recommended by a friend. The food was flavorful, rich, and resulted in one of our three experiences in unexpected extreme gluttony, also referred to by me as an incident in food terror. This occurs when you are faced with exquisitely prepared food which you are excited to eat and due to circumstances beyond your control, that food accumulates in terrifying quantities which you feel pressured to consume. The first incident occurred at Craigie on Main when a 3 course meal snowballed out of our control due to the generous addition of several free courses from to Jordan’s Boston chef connections. Second, at Bergamot in Cambridge in a similar chef to chef quid pro quo tale. Finally, Madrid. We showed up ready to try some traditional food, knowing little else. They had our name, knew we were coming, they were so prepared…we let them swaddle us in warm, vermouth lined ignorance while we teetered on the edge of a culinary eruption. The image of a blueberry Violet from Willy Wonka comes to mind except with a cloudy pork fat color. What we didn’t know was that we should have ordered only one meal for the two of us to share. We also didn’t know there was more than one course. Act 1, excitement! Olives, pickles, a pot of hot, rich pork broth served with pasta, a platter of silky chickpeas, potatoes and stewed cabbage and two loaves of thick crusty bread. Delicious, we dig in, happily. Act 2, we curiously cut into cubes of pork fat. I distribute one of these caloric cubes into my chickpea broth. Act 3, we nervously eye a platter of pigs trotters tiptoeing towards our table. Not far behind, a half chicken and a cured, boiled, pig part elbow each other for room on the remaining white patches of table cloth. We ask, ‘if we cannot eat all of this, can we bring it home?’ they say ‘no’. Act 4, afraid to twist or generally move my stuffed self I am horrified at the unexpected arrival of a platter of steamingly delicious chorizo, morcilla (blood sausage) and beef. The walls seem to be enclosing as our stomachs expand. Surrounded by pleased, prepared patrons, we piled the food on our plates, not wanting to waste, wishing for a life saver to-go container. Act 5, the homeward waddle, hilarity, confusion, defeat, a five hour nap, hoping to feel hungry again one day.

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4 Days in Madrid

February 2015

Isidro Park

Isidro Park

We arrived in Spain via Madrid and had rented a room in an apartment in a funky neighborhood called Malasaña. Our place was right in Plaza San Idelfonso and we could walk everywhere in the city from there. Madrid felt lively and open, as if joining the pulse of the city was possible for an outsider. The tapas culture meant there were little bars every few feet and each one caught our eye. In Madrid, people drink cañas, which are super cheap, small glasses of beer. You always get a bit of food when you order a drink, which feels so special and exciting even if it is just potato chips. Central Spain lore is that the free tapa with drink tradition began ages ago when the field working peasants, forced with frugally choosing between a drink and food during their midday break, always chose to buy drinks. As a result, they were sluggish and famished during their afternoon work, inspiring local magistrates to require food to be served whenever a drink is ordered. In addition to beer and of course wine, we enjoyed drinking vermouth (vermut grifa) via taps that most bars had. They serve it on ice with a lemon or an orange slice. Word of advice, when you get to a bar and order a drink, wait before you order any food so that you can see what sort of free snack will come your way. Usually the first drink gets your something like potato chips, the second perhaps a plate of olives, and it just keeps building! The further off the beaten track we went (and the more old men hanging out in the bar as if it was their living room), the more substantial food we received as our tapa.

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gambas al ajillo

gambas al ajillo

street in Malasana

street in Malasana

We walked through the beautiful Isidro Park and browsed the Prado museum where we saw approximately 1 million portrayals of Jesus from all the great artists, including one classic by Velasquez in which it appeared that saint what’s-his-name the hermit received a cheeseburger from a raven in the middle of nowhere. I dragged our jet-lagged behinds out of bed to catch an 11am walking tour, which thankfully was a great experience with an animated, funny guide. We started off one night sampling probably over-priced but enjoyable tapas at the San Miguel market. The highlight of the market was our first taste of goose mussels, which are dangerous to fish, expensive to buy and mind-blowingly flavorful. Often we just walked to get lost around the city, finding little tapas bars to freshen ourselves along the way. The food in Madrid came through every time: croquetas, salt cod creations, jamón, more jamón, moist Spanish tortilla glistening with olive oil, fragrant olive oil drizzled on garlic rubbed toast with grated tomato, olives olives and more olives….yum.

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goose mussels

goose mussels

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We ended our nights with a few more glasses of wine and vermouth at a little café down the street from our apartment called Café de la Luz. Well done, Madrid, well done.

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A few recs for where to eat:

Casa Labra – Calle de Tetuán, 12: Croquetas, deep fried cod, mmmm

Mercado de San Miguel: tons to sample, try the goose mussels from Morris mariscos

San Gines for churros con chocolate – touristy but i’ll be damned if that wasn’t the chocolatey-est chocolate we found to dip our churros in!