Stuff like this just makes my day. After a couple of hours sorting out “papeles” at the social security office for my online digital certificate, and then setting up appointments for blood tests and my next oncology appointment, it was definitely BEER O’CLOCK. But then I remembered reading about a place I’d never been to (yep, there are still a few of them out there) so Peter and I walked over to the Abacería Puerta Carmona. I had only expected to have a quick beer and go home, instead we met a lovely guy called Chía who offered us manzanilla en rama and mango vermouth… and well, we had to stick around after that. Tried a few tapas, had a great time. Love my job. 🙂
One of the perks of the biz is when I am invited to previews and openings of new bars and restaurants in Sevilla. I was excited to hear the other day that the long-awaited arrival of Cañabota will be realized this coming Monday (October 17th), and I was very lucky to be one of the guests at their fabulous preview lunch. Much more coming up very soon on Sevilla Tapas.
Preview tasting menu: “solid cocktail” of Hidalgo fino, Lustau vermouth with trout roe and orange zest; grilled oysters with toasted butter and artemia; onion crisp topped with larded tuna, onion purée and tuna fat; cod liver salad on mushroom slivers, baby spinach and lettuce, fish emulsion and spicy vinegar; squid ink potato parmentier with cuttlefish roe and chipirón; sea bass with confit black trumpet mushrooms and fish emulsion; lemon meringue “pie” on a crispy biscuit.
A bit like when you see bullheads in a bar, you can always spot an inauthentic travel piece on Sevilla that talks about all the “spit and sawdust” bars here, with napkins strewn all over the floor. I’ve lived here for over 23 years and the very few bars in the centre that used to put down sawdust have long since stopped this practice. But every now and then you find one. This was taken at Taberna Azahar, a bar I’ve been planning to go to for ages (mostly for the name, truth be told). It’s up in the Macarena barrio, not a place I frequent very often. Anyhow, although they still put down sawdust, there are little bins throughout the bar for paper napkins.
Curious though… does anyone know of any other “spit and sawdust” places in Sevilla?
Chef Óscar here at Casa Morales has no idea what the barmen have written on the specials board. Do you? The past couple of days I’ve been checking in at my usual “tapas tour bars”, saying hi to everyone, you know, just staying connected. And today this happened. Cracked me up…
Love my life here, love everyone I work with, and I especially love that we are actually friends (and in some cases “family”). Best job in the world. 🙂
Back in the “old days” women in Spain (as in many countries) weren’t allowed in bars, so of course there was no need to have a toilet for them to use. You can still sometimes come across old urinarios like this one, which didn’t even used to have doors on them. This relic is in one of my favourite sherry bars, Manolo Cateca, and is basically a small closet with a urinal in it. The bar is so tiny that there really isn’t space for a proper toilet, so Manolo has a deal with the bar across the alley and his clients can use the facilities over there. Those Tío Pepe bottles look like they are standing guard, don’t they?
I know it’s difficult to tell one pigeon from another, but this guy has been coming into Las Teresas for years now. At least I think it’s the same guy, and Rafa the barman insists it’s the same bird. I did a bit of checking and it seems that the lifespan of a pigeon is only about 3-5 years in the wild, but domesticated ones can live up to 15 years. I reckon this one is somewhere in between, semi-domesticated, since he (she?) has a regular watering hole.
Going through old pics today, attempting to catch up on Sevilla Tapas updates, and I came across this one. Back in June, Carlos, the owner of Sevilla’s oldest bar – El Rinconcillo – took out this old sign to show us which reads “Spitting on the floor not allowed for hygienic reasons”. They still have the “no singing” sign up, but apparently this one is no longer necessary.
It was a night off from tapas tours, so of course I ended up hanging out in bars. Actually, it was mixing pleasure with business as I had to meet with a couple of bar owners, and then wanted to check out a newly opened place. Meanwhile I managed to get this cool shot at Las Teresas. I had never really noticed that hand-painted plate on the wall and to get closer to it I had to go behind the bar. Then Rafa bought us a round on the house and we chatted for another half hour or so. I love this bar, I love the people who run it, the guys who work there, and I’ve been going there for over 20 years. Just like with most of the bars I’ve ended up working with. It’s an amazing job when you don’t really notice when you’re working or when you’re just there socialising. Love my job.