Dinner hour isn't until 9 or 10. Let me tell you, dinner is cool, but tapas are cooler. The way it works is if you buy a drink, you get a tapa for free. Generally its something small like potato chips, olives, or nuts. If your a little hungry, you pay a little. If you are more hungry, you pay a little more. You spend the evening feasting on pinchos (little toasts topped with various goodies) and raciones (a larger appetizer for all to share like chorizo or cheese). In Spain it is easy to experience local culture without breaking the bank.
The food is delicious. They have perfecting the simple things, cheese, olive oil, bread and jamón... JAMÓN! my goodness. It's everywhere. Every self respected restaurant has pig legs hanging from the ceiling. It's cut thin and delicious with queso manchego. This is not your American honey baked ham, it's like prosciutto on crack, the epitome of pork products. They say a Spanish boy is not a man until he can properly carve a ham.
We will miss you Jamón... oh and Spain to.... and Ryan and Tracy....
Now we are off to the farm in Greece.
Hasta Luego Madrid, Kalimera Corinth