Spain Again

Last night we met up with Riva, Alexandra, and Miguel in Chueca to paint the town. We started at this bar called El Tigre, which is apparently pretty famous as A Place To Go In Madrid, and it definitely lived up to the hype. We all got huge, cheap mojitos, and they came with the most massive tapas I have ever seen, stacks of fries, croquettes, and bread covered in blue cheese and jamon. We couldn't even finish them, and you know how I feel about leaving food uneaten.

Most Important Meal of the Day!

We hit a few other places after that, ending the night with churros and chocolate at San Gines, another famous Madrid place. Churros and chocolate (thing a mug of warm fondue-style dark chocolate) are apparently Spain's answer to the half-and-half, catering to drunken youths and grown-ups alike.

We cabbed back to Salamanca with Miguel (nice to be able to split the fare) and got in a solid eight hours of sleep before getting brunch with Riva, Alexandra, and Andrew at this place called Carmencita's which specializes in American brunch. We tried to go last Sunday, but apparently you have to book a reservation like a week in advance, which is what I did as soon as we were turned away last weekend. I had a killer triple Eggs Benedict; one with avocado, one with lox, and one with real American bacon.

Afterwards, we waddled off to a nearby Starbucks (it was the only thing I could stand walking to with all that hollandaise in my stomach), where we hung out and got some homework done for pretty much the rest of the day. Tomorrow, back to the grind.