La versión español está después de la versión inglés.
WE WERE BACK last night at Santorini, our favorite Greek restaurant here in Fuengirola. And we had the pleasure once again of being served by both Antonio and Jad. You may remember Jad as the magician who charmed us the last time we were there (click here). Well, he charmed us again. And, of course, the food was exceptional. As usual, we had dolmades (stuffed grape leaves) to start. And, as usual, I was so excited to eat them that I forgot to take a picture. They were beautiful! So was my chicken souvlaki (which I did remember to photograph).
Jad couldn’t think of a new magic trick to perform, so he instead decided to scare the crap out of San Geraldo.
JAD GAVE US A Spanish lesson. He pulled up his shirt to proudly display his midsection (but I wasn’t allowed to take a picture!). He taught us that the Spanish term for washboard abs is “tableta de chocolate” (chocolate bar). He commented that his “chocolate bar” had melted in the Costa del Sol sun.
VOLVIMOS A NOCHE en Santorini, nuestro restaurante griego favorito aquí en Fuengirola. Y una vez más tuvimos el placer de ser atendidos tanto por Antonio y Jad. Puede recordar a Jad como el mago que nos encantó la última vez que estuvimos allí (haz clic aquí). Bueno, nos encantó de nuevo. Y, por supuesto, la comida era excepcional. Como de costumbre, teníamos dolmades (hojas de uva rellenas) para comenzar. Y, como de costumbre, yo estaba tan emocionada de comerlos que olvidé tomar una foto. ¡Eran hermosos! Así fue mi souvlaki de pollo (que recordé fotografiar).
Jad no pudo pensar en un nuevo truco de magia que realizar, por lo que decidió asustar a San Geraldo.
JAD NOS DIO UNA lección de español. Se levantó la camisa para mostrar con orgullo su sección en medi0 (¡pero no se me permitió tomar una foto!) y expliqué que es una tableta de chocolate. En inglés, “tableta de chocolate” significa “washboard abs” (abdominales de tabla de lavar). Él comentó que su tableta de chocolate se había derretido en el sol de la Costa del Sol.
And here I am doing my version of “Most Muscular,” the bodybuilding pose that shows off my chocolate bar.
Y aquí soy yo haciendo la pose de culturismo que muestra mi tableta de chocolate.
There’s a local Greek restaurant called Santorini that we had never tried before. It’s well-rated, so we decided to check it out the other night with Tynan and Elena.
I told San Geraldo and Tynan that it was a 5-minute walk from our apartment. It was 8 minutes. And those whiners had the nerve to complain.
So sue me.
Anyway, they didn’t complain once we were there. Friendly and excellent service. Delicious and authentic dishes. And very affordable prices. The menu includes Spanish dishes, as well. But we stuck with what we were there for and went totally Greek. (Oh, stop it.)
I celebrated my birthday Thursday. Because it was in fact my birthday, so it seemed like the right thing to do. This is my fourth year to celebrate my birthday here in Fuengirola. It’s become a tradition to go to Sandpiper Restaurant if only to have the opportunity to share the celebration with Jessica, even though she has to work.
Before taxiing up to Mijas Pueblo Monday morning, I did some research on restaurants and found one that sounded good for lunch. Described by visitors as “off the beaten path” and “a quiet escape,” Restaurante La Martina sounded like a good option.
It was better than good. It’s on one of the main pedestrian streets in the center of town but the neighborhood very quickly became residential. In addition, La Martina is up some steps on a terrace that overlooks the street. The terrace was inviting but the sun was hot so I peeked inside. The long narrow interior opened onto another terrace out back. That terrace was even more inviting. We sat, the waiter rolled out an awning to provide some shade, and the day got even better. (Click the images to see how much better things got.)
THE FRONT TERRACE ON CALLE MÁLAGA.
THE BACK TERRACE.
FRIED CAMEMBERT TOPPED WITH RASPBERRY JAM.
COMPLEMENTS OF THE HOUSE.
HOMEMADE CHICKEN PATE.
MY REVUELTO (SPANISH SCRAMBLE) WITH SHRIMP AND MUSHROOMS.
So, did you think I wasn’t going to tell you about the food?!?
We had a few disappointing restaurant experiences in Toledo. Our first night, we went to a restaurant recommended by our hotel. It was classy and expensive. The food was exceptional. Our waitress was pleasant enough. Everyone else was indifferent — to everyone — to the point of being rude. It was called Alfileritos 24 and we would never go back.
There were a couple of other disappointments before San Geraldo and I finally went to a place called Cafe Del Fin (click here for their website). It had looked interesting as we passed by one day. It was closed that night when we went back in a downpour. So, our last night we tried again and we were in luck.
The food was excellent. The prices were surprisingly reasonable (Toledo’s prices are much higher than Fuengirola’s). And the service from the two servers/bartenders was beyond compare. Warm, friendly, charming, professional. A cool crowd, too. Too bad Judyshannonstreetwhat was under the weather and didn’t get to experience this meal.
(Click the images to enlarge the deliciousness.)
CHICKEN FAJITAS WITH PEPPERS AND SAUCE.
SAN GERALDO HAS HUGE HANDS.
THIS GIN & TONIC WAS THE SIZE OF A GOLDFISH BOWL.
FORTUNATELY, IT TASTED MUCH BETTER. SO I HAD ONE, TOO.
HAMBERGUESITAS: BEEF (GREEN BUN) AND CHICKEN.
A TOSTA: MIXED MUSHROOMS, GOAT CHEESE, AND HONEY.
MID-MEAL, OUR LADY OF FÁTIMA PROCESSED DOWN THE STREET
AND PASSED RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE RESTAURANT. NO ONE IN THE RESTAURANT KNEW WHY…
SAN GERALDO’S “DEATH BY CHOCOLATE.” HE COULDN’T FINISH IT!
MY “CHOCOLATE BROWNIE WITH VANILLA ICE CREAM
AND HARD CHOCOLATE TOPPING.”
OUR COFFEES WERE SERVED WITH LOVE.
MY ‘LOVE’ LASTED TO THE VERY END.