Juan Manuel & Manolo with wild chanterelles
This lunch treat week has been a lot of fun. Yesterday Pipocas took me out to Becerríta – it was my first time there and I loved it. Then today, after getting my ‘hospital haircut’, Nog and I went over to Bodeguita Romero to give Pedro Romero the menu translation I did for him at his request (he’d asked me last week when Sara & Steve had taken Nog & me out for lunch there). And so we had a small snack there – on the house – and then Nog suggested that he take me out for a ‘last fritura’ (at least until November) at Modesto.
Well, I hadn’t been to Modesto since the prognosis lunch at the end of June so everyone there made a big fuss about seeing me again. And also about me going into hospital on Monday. Nog and I had the usual fritura and I was captivated by a huge platter of wild mushrooms on the bar (see photo above), so I asked Juan Manuel what they were and how they were prepared … his description sounded so scrumptious that I really wanted to try them. What the hell. And it turned out that we got quite a nice discount on the price (I’m feeling very spoiled these days). Here they are … wild chanterelles sautéed in garlic and olive oil with thinly sliced chocos (cuttlefish/squid).
At both the Bodeguita and Modesto I was hugged and kissed by the waiters and was given all their best wishes, and was also told not to worry because we’d all see each other again soon … it was really nice. It’s also just one of the many reasons why Sevilla feels like home to me.
casa azahar 
We’re going to Crete next June. I’ll ride a boat over and take you out to lunch. Or you can take me out to lunch. Looks like you have really good taste in restaraunts.
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Scrummy-looking dish… (I meant the mushroom one, though you are also a scrummy-looking dish, yourself).
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All this really good food is making me hungry. Hurry up and play your turn at Scrabble, so we can finish this game.
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Seville sounds as though it has a number of really nice residents as well as a number of really nice restaurants. 🙂
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A boat from Crete, eh? Hey, nice to meet someone just as bad at geography as me.
Why thank you, Anneke, but I think I’m looking a bit dorky with this really short haircut (though Nog says I look cute). Ah well, it will have grown out a bit by the time I get out of hospital.
Done, Silverstar.
That’s the thing, truce. Most of the time going out for tapas is a bit like going out and being at home, if you know what I mean. Even though I can’t afford to eat out anymore, Nog still takes me out for a weekly tapa treat and friends invite me out for lunches, so I’m not suffering too badly … though after this special ‘lunch week’ I am not getting on the scales again until after I get home from hospital.
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can we be the judge of the haircut please?
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What? Photo evidence? Are you mad?
For the record, Nog’s comment was made just after I came out of the hairdresser’s and the hair was all sleek and freshly blow-dried.
This morning when I got out of bed it looked like it was trying to escape.
But it’ll be a lot more comfortable when I’m stuck in bed and an alice band should keep it more or less under control.
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