Come dinner time, and after the not so good Dutch pancake experience we head to the southwest, to Spain, for some more tapas. Man, tapas places seem to be everywhere here and in Copenhagen. Or is it just me?
We opt for a selection, served family-style in the middle of the table.
First up we got some thinly sliced deep-fried eggplant. This was totally satisfactory, though not revelatory in any way.
Next was the obligatory plate of patatas bravas. Also quite decent. The sauce passed muster in particular.
Third a bowl of chorizo sausages. With a concept very similar to the chorizo I had had in Copenhagen, these fell short. Passable as sausages, but as memorable chorizo? Not so much.
Next was ham-wrapped dates. An excellent combination of ingredients that led to murmurings of delight from the crowd.
Bringing a bit of the Baltic to Spain, we had a plate of deep-fried sardines. These were excellent, especially the heads. Even better with a blast of citrus. Don't eat the tails, though.
And last, and actually least, some meat croquettes. They managed to hit every wrong note on a croquette. Breading that was too much and too fried. Filling that was too gooey and with no flavor. And sizing that was all wrong, much too big.
Passable, if you're hungry, but nothing more.
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