We did it the Spanish way and ate dinner at the unholy hour of 10 o’clock – not just once but twice.
It was tapas all night long.
It seemed to me that a lot of people in Seville – or maybe even the whole country – had the day off the next day, had flexible working hours, or could get by on a few hours sleep, as incredibly for a late Sunday night the streets and restaurants were still buzzing. Now that’s something I haven’t seen in a long while.
We started off the night with a walk to Mamaracha for some classy anchovies, a shared mini-burger, potato slices swimming in rich sauce, plenty of drinks, and a shot of Jerez Sherry compliments of the bar. Wolfing it all down while standing I’m sure was the healthiest option, for me at least, so I could efficiently and simultaneously burn off all the wonderful food I’d willingly taken in uncontrollably so far.
The night wasn’t over with yet another round at Taberna Belmonte for more traditional-looking fare of even more anchovies, pulpo, gambas in olive oil, and oxtail, all of it downed by sangria and gone in no time. It was probably past 11 when we finally finished and walked off a few more calories going home. Safe to say our tapas crawl was a literal success.
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