11 Saturday Jul 2015
Posted in food & drink, Malaga, malaga getaway, tapas, travel, trips
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This is my home away from home when I’m in Málaga, my meeting place, my office… Los Gatos. It’s amazing. You can get tasty snacks there, lots of different tapas, full meals (they do great stews and other dishes), lovely wines and the best beer on tap in town. But most of all you get genuinely friendly service. And every time I show up after being away I am welcomed like an old friend. Just like I am the next day and the next. It’s a very special place.
04 Monday May 2015
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16 Monday Feb 2015
Posted in home
24 Tuesday Sep 2013
[typical Tuesday around midnight]
I am so sick and tired of THIS. Drunk and rowdy teenagers outside the bars that line the street leading to my house, illegally drinking and making shit-loads of noise. It’s bad enough that this is what I have to walk past on my way home at night, but it’s made worse by the fact that one of these shit-bag cheap-liquor bars opened in my building shortly after I moved in. Remember how it even caught on fire? So now the noise and rowdiness and bullshit is all happening just below my bedroom windows. Anyhow, I keep taking these photos and putting them up on Twitter (with cc’s to the mayor and the town council) as well as calling the police (which does nothing) so it looks like I may have to move. Have already lost four very nice neighbours in my building in the past year because of this. Fuck.
29 Sunday May 2011
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So this is the sight I came home to this evening…
This is the same bar in my building that recently reopened after having been closed for years… the same bar that caught on fire in the middle of the night and sent all of us outside clutching our most treasured possessions. And the same bar that promised they would be serving tapas and be a “family style” place. Bullshit. It’s a cheap drinks bar and they reopened (again) this week, after doing repairs from the fire.
Well, I’m not having it. Don’t get me wrong. I used to love the “hum of humanity” sound from all the tapas bars on my old street, and even found it comforting. Listening to people chatting and enjoying good food and conversation. But those bars all closed by midnight and the bar owners made sure they cleaned the outside areas. Trust me, the sound of young hipster types drinking to excess is not pleasant, and the mess they leave behind is appalling.
This bar owner also has the sleazy after-hours bar just down the street, which is so tiny that everyone ends up taking their drinks outside, mostly under my bedroom window – from 6 to 9am! – which is irksome beyond belief. It’s not been too unbearable up till now as I’ve had the double-glazed windows closed. But basically, I’ve had enough. I’ve spoken to the bar owner and clearly nothing is going to be done as all he seems to be able to say in his defense is that he has a licence.
I happen to know that he does not have a licence to make noise all night and disturb the neighbours so I am starting to organise the neighbourhood to sign a petition and take it to city hall. Enough!
Sounds about right… if I were a bartender. 😉
Slight obsession with floor tiles lately. Saw these in a bar last week.
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