Met a local flamenco legend the other day at Casa Moreno. El Ruiseñor de Triana (that’s Emilio on the right).
This seems to be my week for meeting charming elderly gentlemen. I went to update my review of Bodega San Lorenzo after hearing that it was under new management. Happily the interior of this venerable bar, founded in 1864, has remained visually the same after a bit of sprucing up (and nice new bathrooms!), along with a few changes to the menu, notably a more complete wine list.
Anyhow, while I was there waiting for my friend Lucy to join me I took some photos and ended up talking with Juan Antonio, who was enjoying a midday vermouth while reading his paper. In a very short while I learned that he is 78 (his birthday was two days ago), has lived in the barrio for 25 years, lives alone but has a daughter who looks in on him daily, and we also touched on other topics such as exchanging birthday gifts El Corte Inglés, compression socks, knees (his are much better now, mine not so much), to mention a few. Such a lovely man!
When Lucy arrived we tried a couple of snacky things before heading to our main lunch spot, but I will definitely be back to San Lorenzo to sample more of the menu. Around midday, so that I might run into Juan Antonio again. 🙂
In most bars this is known as “la carta” (the menu) but here at Casa Moreno Emilio calls it “la lista de auto ayuda” (the self help list). This week I’m doing the rounds – stopping in at my favourite bars that are going to be closed in August for their much deserved summer holidays. It’s nice doing this, just to have a drink with them and say… see you in September! Also, I get kisses. 🙂
So I was out and about with Anya & Barry again, this time to introduce Anya to some owners of bars that she particularly loves. It was great going along for the ride as I got to hear a lot more about the history of the bars and the families. It also made me realise that my relationships with these people are even closer than I had thought, and how much we mutually hold each other in high esteem. This made me happy.
Remember when I found out that my first ever article in Decanter Magazine had been published? Well, I finally got my own copy when Julie brought one for me. I know it sounds silly, but holding the actual magazine in my hands is somehow even more exciting than seeing it posted online. Super thrilled about this.