Ugly Duckling: III

I spent a delightful evening yesterday with friends at The Ugly Duckling restaurant in Corralejo, Fuerteventura.

We arrived at eight o'clock.

Henrik welcomed us warmly, as usual, and poured us a refreshing glass of Cava.

We decided to have two starters between he three of us: garlic prawns, and the green salad.

I chose the pork tenderloin, with creamed potato, spinach, and béarnaise butter.

We drank Rioja wine.

Henrik was ever the exemplary host, attending to our needs regularly.

Our meal concluded with a little shot glass of Henrik's own licorice liqueur.

Thence we walked round the corner of the street to a little pavement café, where we had coffee and enjoyed an outstanding performance by a local band, the saxophonist of whom seems to be the leader.