by Tiger Lilly
…well, this is the good, anyway. For the bad and the ugly, see my previous Adventures In Dining post.
Rome Madrid (or Barcelona), eat what the Madridians (or Barcelonians) eat.
This was a delicious pizza. I ate most of it. I was trying to cut it into slices, but then I thought, “You know, this is my pizza, no one else is going to eat it (except Mom. She’ll steal some bites), so I might as well just pick it up and take a bite out of it.”
As you can see, that is exactly what I did. I highly recommend doing that. It’s a liberating experience.
Oof, yeah… We walked thirteen miles that day (I think), so I felt completely justified. It was only a nine inch pizza, anyway.
And, one of the best parts of Madrid:
That drink was mostly dark chocolate. I think it was melted, then added to heavy whipping cream. Of course, it was topped with whip’cream and had a wafer straw stuck into it. It was pure heaven.
Oh yeah, and, I’m wearing my new Spanish fedora in that picture.
And now for something completely different:
I’m not sure if that’s a Tomahawk or a Viper, the website seemed to not be able to make up its mind about it.
Basking in the glory of food and sweet motorcycle-cars, TL out.
Ciao for now!