La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
THE NAME OF OUR LUNCH place in Casares (where we climbed the mountain last week — click here) is Antiguo Bar Nuevo, which means Old New Bar. When we were in Casares for the first time nearly four years ago with Judyshannon (click here if you don’t know her), we chose the restaurant for lunch simply by chance and it turned out to be the right choice.
This time we sat inside. It was so cold out — (oh, stop; it was) they weren’t even serving on the terrace. We had ourselves a feast. Judyshannon would have loved it — and many of you would, too.
The dining room we were in had plates mounted on the walls and ceiling. I wondered aloud how they were attached. I didn’t want to sit under them, especially when I noticed a couple of bare spots where a plate had previously been.
Like all the buildings in town, the restaurant is built right into the rock, so each room is at a different level as it cascades down the hillside. You enter and step up to the left for a dining room, up a flight of stairs for more, a few steps down to the bar, a few more to the toilets. Charming.
Today’s food photos, and dining room, are complements of niece-in-law Lindy. The final four, I found on the web to give you an idea of the building and the interior.
Nutrition and Fitness Report
Stretching: Twice Saturday. Once Sunday. Once so far today.
Walking: 7+ km / 4.5 miles Sunday.
Gym: On my way this morning for chest and arms.
Notes: Major treat after dinner last night (pictured at top).
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EL NOMBRE DE NUESTRO LUGAR de almuerzo en Casares (donde escalamos la montaña la semana pasada — haz clic aquí) es Antiguo Bar Nuevo. Cuando estuvimos en Casares por primera vez hace casi cuatro años con Judyshannon (haz clic aquí si no la conoces), elegimos el restaurante para almorzar simplemente por casualidad y resultó ser la elección correcta.
Esta vez nos sentamos adentro. Hacía tanto frío afuera (oh, detente, lo estaba) que ni siquiera estaban sirviendo en la terraza. Nos hicimos un festín. A Judyshannon le hubiera encantado, y a muchos de vosotros también.
El comedor en el que estábamos tenía platos montados en las paredes y el techo. Me pregunté en voz alta cómo estaban unidos. No quería sentarme debajo de ellos, especialmente cuando noté un par de lugares desnudos donde anteriormente había estado un plato.
Como todos los edificios de la ciudad, el restaurante está construido en la roca, por lo que cada habitación está en un nivel diferente mientras cae en cascada por la ladera. Entras y subes a la izquierda para un comedor, subes un tramo de escaleras para más, unos pocos pasos hasta el bar, algunos más hasta los baños. Encantador.
Las fotos de la comida y del comedor son complementos de la sobrina política Lindy. Las últimas cuatro, encontré en la web para darte una idea del edificio y el interior.
Informe de Nutrición y Estado Físico
Estiramiento: Dos veces el sábado. Una vez el domingo. Una vez hasta ahora hoy.
Caminando: 7+ km / 4.5 millas el domingo.
Gimnasio: En camino esta mañana para pecho y brazos.
Notas: Gran obsequio después de la cena de anoche (en la foto en la parte superior).
• Un entrante de paté complementario.
• Sopa de lentejas. Un cuenco enorme. Abundante y delicioso.
• La cría de cabrito fue una característica importante del menú. Esa es mi bandeja de jamón ibérico arriba a la derecha.
• Tres chic con mis pantalones de franela de Ralph Lauren, calcetines noruegos tejidos a mano y pantuflas baratas.
The food looks delicious and the multi-level restaurant sounds intriguing!
Sassybear:
Such a great place, great day, and great family.
You eat like a king, Mitchell. I wouldn’t be able to fit through the door if I had access to all that fabulous food!
Jennifer:
I try to make it healthy and not go completely overboard. If I’m full when I finish, then I ate too much! And soon we’re off to another nice meal at a new restaurant nearby owned by the owners of another restaurant we frequent. I had a tapas feast at lunch. I might have to hit the gym AND do a 10-mile walk tomorrow. Hope things are going better for you and your family!
I’d be worried about those plates on the ceiling too. But the food looks dee-lish! Thanks for making my eyes burn with that final photo — sheesh!
Debra She Who Seeks:
I had to look back through the photos. I couldn’t IMAGINE what could make your eyes burn. I think I’ll wear that outift out tonight… with a plaid shirt and my red, white, and black sneakers.
As usual the food porn slays, and I’ll be making lentil soup for dinner.
The plates are displayed in a very cool way, though I, too, might have chosen not to sit under one.
Lastly, I have the same cheap slippers, in the same exact color, though mine also have a cheap braiding around the edges cuz I’m fancy.
Bob:
Oh, god that soup was SO good — and wouldn’t have been enough for lunch on its own. The plates WERE fun, but those two missing onces did make me worry. As for the slippers, they’re so unstable. I need to find good, stable, stylin’ slippers. Any ideas?
Looks like fun, super-glue? I’d be careful under those plates in the ceiling.
David:
From the plates that were missing, it DID look like superglue remained. (But, Matt suggested they were magnetic… And SG belived him… momentarily).
For some reason, made me think of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEQDllvuy1I
Frank:
Every time I do a feast blog post, I think of that song. I think I used the video the first time I did a Spanish food blog post.
Your *ahem* tray sheik ensemble cheered me up considerably, Scoot. Love the red socks, naturally. Lentils and baby animals as food don’t do it for me. Of course, I probably wouldn’t eat any age goat. Bring on the adult cows!
Deedles:
The socks on their own are wonderful and beautiful. The lentil soup was a meal all on its own; I love it. The idea of baby goat didn’t do much for me… but I feel kind of hypocratical since I’ll eat their parents. Moo!
OMG!!!!! I loved this post. I just adore little places like this and I would be in their dinning all the time. I also love the whimsy of the plates going from the wall to the ceiling…some great inspiration!
I’d have to past on the baby goat though. Nope. lol
Mistress Borghese:
Oh, we have been having so much fun … and eating. I loved the plate whimsy, too. And, yeah, baby goat was not for me. Matt & Lindy enjoyed it. It’s apparently a local delicacy.
I’ll take the soup please.
Urspo:
And the soup is all you’d need. It was delicious and substantial. Possibly the best lentil soup I’ve had… and SG makes a delicious lentil soup.
Poor baby goats!
I have never seen an interior with plates mounted on the ceiling. Like you, I’d be nervous.
Steve:
The plates were a novel idea and looked fun… except for the missing ones with the glob of hardened glue left behind. Yeah, I couldn’t do the baby goats either but as I mentioned to Deedles, I’m a bit of a hypocrite since I have no problem (usually) eating the adult animals.
Looks and sounds like a very interesting place indeed. Those plates on the ceiling……..I couldn’t get comfortable under them.
THAT can’t be you! TSK TSK!! lol Looks very cozy!
Jim:
I’m finding my own Fuengirola style… although I still haven’t taken it public. Maybe I should. I might end up on someone else’s blog.
The couple of times I have had goat it was very tasty; I wouldn’t hesitate to try it again. The food looks wonderful. For our late Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday, I made a wild mushroom and roasted nut pie using cashews from our tree that a friend roasted for us and pecans. It would have been a good side dish with goat, but was also quite good with the turkey breast.
I bet you were toasty warm in your flannel, knitwear, and slippers.
Wilma:
I’ve had goat cheese but I don’t think I’ve had goat and definitely not baby goat. Matt and Lindy really enjoyed theirs. And, oh my god, your pie sounds amazing! I WAS toasty warm. And so fashionable.
Your post reminded me of a business dinner I went to at a Haitian restaurant in Miami. Goat pretty much made up most of the main course. I found a vegetarian option in appetizers. An agency director who was sitting next to me did the same. Once we were back in Washington, whenever we passed each other in the hallways, we took to bleating quiet goat calls at each other instead of saying hello. 🙂
Mary:
The goat didn’t intrigue me. Matt and Lindy enjoyed it. I probably would have found a vegetarian option along with you. Ma-a-a-a-a.
Tell me that’s not what you wore to lunch… That baby goat dish looks delish!
Walt the Fourth:
OK, I’ll tell you it’s not what I wore to lunch. Although it was. I just added a plaid shirt. And outdoor shoes because I would never leave the house in slippers. A gold paisley scarf finished things off nicely.
What is that yummy looking sweet in the photo at the top?
wickedhamster:
I’ll have to find out the name. SG picked two up at the bakery. It tasted even better than it looked.