Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. 😉 Actually this was more like “brunch beer” as it was after 12.00. I haven’t yet graduated to having brandy at 9 am, think you have to be at least 85 to do that.
These post-IKEA cañas were much needed after another long (and largely fruitless) trip out to Tomares. In fact, the bus ride only takes 10 minutes, but there’s the hike to the station, and also to the store once you get there. This time I was armed with a LIST and was determined not to waste any time. Ha. It turned out that the tray-table I wanted looked quite different in person than it did online, so I ended up not getting it. And – even worse – the frying pan I bought for my new inducción cooker will have to be returned (long story, and even a longer trip just to return something).
My original plan had been to bus there and taxi back, using Cabify (thanks to Cinta for telling me about this service). But after not getting the table it didn’t seem worth getting a taxi, so we opted for the bus back, which of course we missed by 30 seconds and ended up having to wait half an hour for the next one. Which is where these beers came in, after arriving back in Sevilla. On the way home I said – as I always do – that I never wanted to go to IKEA again. But somehow we forget between trips how exhausting it is, plus there’s that damn frying pan I have to take back…
I swear I will never be “Sevillana” enough to understand this. THIS being the popularity of the Plaza del Salvador, a pretty square that features the second largest church in Sevilla (after the Cathedral). Across from the Salvador church are two hole-in-the-wall bars that basically just sell beer. And they sell A LOT of beer. To massive crowds of people who don’t seem to mind that it takes forever to get your beer, and then you stand outside jostling shoulder to shoulder with everyone else until you want another beer… and then repeat.
This isn’t an age thing, because I did try when I first came here 25 years ago. I would join friends in the square for a beer, struggle to get into one of the bars to place an order, then pick up the beers and struggle again to find my way back to my friends. Before long I decided that this scene was, frankly, no fun at all. I mean seriously… all that hassle just for a beer? No thanks. Still, it remains one of THE places to be in Sevilla. Go figure.
I’ve been doing the Beer O’clock thing on my Sevilla Tapas Instagram for years, and can’t even imagine how many beer pics I’ve taken, but this is definitely one of my favourites. In fact I’d love this orange tree tile panel in my living room.
Then it occurred to me that if I ever wanted to see all those beer pics again (you never know), I should have been adding a more specific hashtag, other than #beeroclock. So I came up with #azaharbeer and added it to a few of the older photos, but it would take hours (days?) to re-tag them all. I know this because I remember it took forever when I re-tagged ALL my Instagram cat pics with #azaharcats, and there weren’t nearly as many as the beer ones. Maybe I’ll save this activity for when I can’t sleep at night – it should surely put me back to sleep.