There's a weird and wonderful site in Cordoba, with a Catholic cathedral inside an enormo old mosque. More about that some other time - the important thing on Foodie Tuesday is what we ate for lunch.
After the morning tour of the structure we were set loose to feed ourselves. The old street surrounding the mosque had lots of eating places, including a Burger King. We, being savvy sophisticated travellers (in our own minds) went up a narrow site street and popped into a cute little place, lined with tiles and lots of pictures of famous native son, bullfighter Manolete: his life and his gory death (by goring). Hey, aw-then-TEEK.
We ordered from the menu. (I guess those mystic symbols are from branding irons.)
First of all, I got surprises because I'd been looking at the numbers to the right of the items instead of the left. But I don't think that's the explanation for the french fries. More likely, when they see North Americans a-comin', they figure they want fries-with-that.
Otherwise pretty good. Li'l pork patties, some tiny fowl and I-forget-what (tho obviously some kind of deep-fried goojie). But the french fries, something I never eat anyway, were pale, limp and lukewarm. Thus assuring I wouldn't be eating them (gracias).
At another city we were taken out en masse for a tapas dinner, where I was only mildly fantisted by the food...but at least there were no french fries. I'd post photos, but I wanted to do them several shots in one frame, if that makes sense - something I've done on Photobucket in the past, but I can't see how to do it any more. Perhaps next Tuesday I'll post the individual shots, with commentary.