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My friends Ang & Ryan (aka @JetsLikeTaxis) told me after my birthday feast with them, Peter and Eduardo that they also wanted to treat me to a birthday lunch sometime. I’d seen this new place called Sahumo that sounded intriguing, but it was a restaurant, not a tapas bar. “Never fear!” said A & R, saying they were also up for anything, and so off we went. “Sahumo” is the first person singular in Spanish for “to scent with smoke” and the place features a wood grill and oven. As well as a menu that largely features MEAT. After a lovely amuse-bouche of potato parmentier with smoked cod, we started off sensibly with some gorgeous wood-grilled assorted veggies. This was followed by another sensible choice – some beautifully grilled presa Ibérica with papas arrugá (wrinkles potatoes) and fabulous mojo pijón. But what to have next?
Well, the Galician beef caught my eye, as it’s probably the best beef in Europe, and I saw that it was priced by the kilo on the menu. So we ordered it but somewhere along the line I either missed hearing, or it just didn’t register, the waiter saying it would be a KILO of meat. Until it came. And holy fuck, there it was, an ENTIRE KILO OF MEAT. It was also pretty much bleeding all over the plate even though we’d ordered it “medium”. Luckily A & R were also happy about sending it back for a bit more time on the fire, and when it came back it was perfect and delicious. Still pink, with a gorgeous texture and smoky flavour… heaven. Seriously one of the best meals I’ve had in years. There will be a review up soon on Sevilla Tapas.
So that probably wraps up Birthday Celebrations for 2015. Well maybe… 😉
Well, or thereabouts. You may recall that since Luna is a rescue cat I had to choose a day in June to be her birthday and, since both my birthday and Morcilla/Azar’s is on the 7th of the month, this is it. AKA Luna the Loon (or Loonie Tunes), you wouldn’t know at first glance how totally bonkers she is at times. In fact, most of the time she is quite demure and unassuming. Until she goes bonkers. Which I have to admit is quite fun. Weird to think that if I hadn’t gone out for a walk on that September morning I wouldn’t have seen that poster and my pretty blue-eyed Luna wouldn’t be a part of the family. I think we both did very well with that little twist of fate.
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