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I HAD A DOWN DAY Monday, so San Geraldo said he would “take me out to dinner” at Mesón Salvador to cheer me up. He said I would be “his date.” All our money comes from the same pot and we have dinner together every day. But it was nice to be taken out and it was a good date. I wonder if he’ll ask me out again.
Since Pedro made those delicious ribs (click here), SG can’t get them off his mind. So he had some more. I had pluma ibérica, a special cut of pork that I especially love at Mesón Salvador. Usually, I have it with a plateful of vegetables. But I said, screw it, and had French fries.
Sergio was working, which made the evening even more perfect. We shared dessert he lovingly decorated. Adrian was behind the bar and served our cafés con leche. The colors on top were very rich and I began to doodle in the foam with my spoon. San Geraldo said it was a good thing I didn’t have a job that required me to serve coffee. I’d spend all my time drawing in the foam and then serving cold coffee. Maybe so, but if I had the right tools, I’d be serving works of art.
On our way to Mesón Salvador at 9:00, I spotted an exercise class across the street from our building. On the Paseo. Half in darkness. In the middle of everything. A strange place to hold a class, but more power to them.
I might be in need of dating advice. See the final photo.
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TENÍA UN DÍA TRISTE EL lunes, así que San Geraldo dijo que me “llevaría a cenar” al Mesón Salvador para animarme. Dijo que yo sería “su cita.” Todo nuestro dinero proviene de la misma olla y cenamos juntos todos los días. Pero fue agradable que me sacaran y fue una buena cita. Me pregunto si me invitará a salir de nuevo.
Como Pedro hizo esas deliciosas costillas (haz clic aquí), SG no puede quitárselas de la cabeza. Así que tomó un poco más. Tomé pluma ibérica, un corte especial de cerdo que me encanta especialmente en Mesón Salvador. Por lo general, lo tomo con un plato lleno de verduras. Pero dije, al diablo, y comí papas fritas.
Sergio estaba trabajando, lo que hizo que la velada fuera aún más perfecta. Compartimos el postre que él decoró con cariño. Adrian estaba detrás de la barra y servía nuestros cafés con leche. Los colores en la parte superior eran muy ricos y comencé a garabatear en la espuma con mi cuchara. San Geraldo dijo que era bueno que no tuviera un trabajo que me obligara a servir café. Pasaba todo el tiempo dibujando en la espuma y luego sirviendo café frío. Tal vez sea así, pero si tuviera las herramientas adecuadas, estaría sirviendo obras de arte.
De camino a Mesón Salvador a las 9:00, vi una clase de ejercicios al otro lado de la calle de nuestro edificio. En el Paseo. Medio en la oscuridad. En medio de todo. Un lugar extraño para celebrar una clase, pero más poder para ellos.
Podría necesitar un consejo sobre citas. Vea la foto final.
• Sólo una cosa: Mi cita mojó pan en su Coca-Cola. ¿Volverías a salir con él?
As long as he dunked the bread in his own coke it does not matter. Oh yeah go out with this guy more often. 🙂 🥰
Elin:
Jerry was very relieved to read this.
Bread in coke? What? 😄 Still, it sounds like a good date to me, especially with all that delicious looking food.
I hope today is better for you.
Jennifer:
Oh, I’ve shared his habit many times. He started doing it when he was a kid with braces. Every month, after his braces were tightened and his mouth hurt, bread dipped in coke (or pepsi) was very soothing. He never outgrew the habit. Today IS better. Thanks. That’s life.
It’s amazing how much of our waking lives center around food!
Frank:
It is! I never really appreciated that until I started writing the blog.
Given all the other sterling qualities SG possesses, I say let the dunking pass as a charming quirk. Definitely go on another date. 🙂
Mary:
I hope he asks me out again… I’d sit by the phone, but one of his other charming quirks is that he hardly ever uses his.
We all have to overlook something in the other person – thank heavens no one has to do that with me!
sillygirl:
I’m sure your one or two minor quirks are very easy to overlook. I myself have none.
Did he walk you to your door and kiss you goodnight? I hope he was a gentleman.
Debra:
Well, he wasn’t a gentleman. He walked me all the way to the bed without even asking.
I love the plate art!!
And as long as SG is dunking into his OWN glass, i suppose I could look the other way.
Bob:
It’s funny. You’re not the only one who said that about his OWN glass. He said he now knows how to signal that it’s all over. He’ll just dunk in MY glass.
Ill will never understand that dunk the bread in the soda thing. But yes I say keep him, he handsome, he’s a good cook and baker, he has nice eyes, is entertaining, and can wear a tee towel on his head perfectly.
A good man is hard to find toots.
Mistress Borghese:
It started when he was 12 and had braces. After they were tightened every month, his mouth hurt and bread dipped in coke/pepsi/store-brand cola was very soothing. I couldn’t have done it. But he never got out of the habit. And, yeah, I’ll hold onto him anyway.
I’d say he is a keeper!
We are getting ready for bed at 9 PM some nights!! lol Where did we go wrong!!??
I know I would LOVE Meson Salvador.
Jim:
Yeah, he’s a keeper! We very quickly adjusted to Spanish meal times. Dinner between 9 and 10 most nights. On hot summer nights in Sevilla, 10:30 or 11. My sense is you guys would really enjoy Mesón Salvador. Amazing food and people. Filled with love, which I expect would be important to you both.
Ha!
Judy C:
I always love to see your “HAs”!
Overloook the little things
David:
Exactly. And I find them to be all little things.
Scoot, honey, SG could dip his bread in my coke anytime! The deal breaker would be if he tried to get me to eat it 🙂 Remember, you’re a modern man, so don’t be sitting around the phone, waiting for him to call. Take the initiative and grab the bull by the, uh…horns! I love you two.
Deedles:
Ooh, yech! Not in MY coke. There IS a line. He has never suggested I try it. I would never sit around the phone and wait for him to call. He almost never uses his phone. After about a year with his iPhone he said, “Did you know my phone has a camera?” And this is the man who, among other things, oversaw academic information technology at major research university. As he says, “I had people for that!” And now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go and grab the bull by … something.
I’m a dunker of cookies into milk, coffee, tea and hot chocolate. Crumbs don’t bother me. I grew up in a home that shared a refrigerated water bottle. A bottle of some sort filled with tap water and kept in the fridge. Everyone drank out of that bottle and no one used a glass. I thought this was normal. I found out later that so many things I thought of as normal, weren’t. I really should be dead now 🙂
Oh, and I honestly was thinking landline! My cell phone wasn’t used until we moved in July and didn’t have a landline yet. Hugs, Scoot. I’m dropping off the grid.
Deedles:
Sharing a water bottle?!? I couldn’t. My mother would often take sips of whatever The Kid Brother was drinking. It made him nuts (and she seemed to encourage the drama at times). When he was in a good mood, however, although it upset him, he would turn the glass around and drink from the other side. Problem solved. Not for ME! I’m sending you off-grid hugs and hope you reappear soon. It’s not the same when you’re not a part of things!
He dips the bread so tenderly; that is a good sign. You can’t go wrong here.
Wilma:
Yeah, he tends to be a tender bread dipper, although I never thought about it. I still think it’s disgusting but what can you do.
I had recently took my beloved to the fanciest restaurant in the city (that we both like anyway) because her day was nerve wracking.
Dinner was 74$ but it was worth putting her back into a better mood
Adam:
Sometimes a nice dinner is worth the investment. Especially for Daisy! Mesón Salvador is shockingly affordable.
My father was a dunker, so I could overlook it, but I don’t think my dad ever dunked bread in Coke. Still, from all you’ve written, I feel comfortable guessing that SG’s good points outweigh that bad one. 🙂
I love the smiley face on the cheesecake plate! Cute!
Steve:
My father dunked, too. When I saw the crumbs floating in his glass of milk, it disgusted me. Just the way I am. I couldn’t do it. But, you’re right, the good points DO outweigh the bad ones… I mean the ONE. Yeah, there’s just the one. That smily face makes me smile. We’ve been regulars in so many places over the years. Have never felt as loved and welcomed as we do at Mesón Salvador.
It all looks delicious (except for the bread in coke).
Carole:
It all was delicious (except for the bread in coke)… in my opinion.
If dunking his own bread into his own Coke is his worst flaw, then grab him with both hands and don’t let go! As for where to grab him, I’ll leave that up to you, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
I agree. I’d even grab him by his bread-dipped-in-Coke hands.
You go out with a guy. You think it went well. But then he never calls. Dipping bread in coke is fine as long as it’s his coke.
Love,
Janie
Janie:
We both love that the consensus seems to be if he dips it in his OWN Coke, it’s OK.
Oh, Mitchell. He had you swooning until the end – but that bread-in-Coke maneuver…sigh. What I’m saying is, shut the lights off next time he’s about to dunk. Sometimes we’ve gotta make those sacrifices for the cute ones. He is cute, but if you stop thinking so, repeat the shut-the-lights-off maneuver. You’re welcome.
Robyn:
So… I’ll eat in the dark.
As long as I don’t have to drink the Coke or eat the bread, yes, I think I would go out with him again (not that I’m trying to steal him from you–remember, there’s an ocean between us.)
Kirk:
I promise you wouldn’t have to drink the Coke or eat the bread. And thanks for not trying to steal him from me. Others weren’t so kind over the years. I’m thankful he laughed them off.
thems that dunk anything in a cola are highly suspect and not to be dated again.
Urspo:
I guess it’s time to get back on the market, then.