Thursday, 21 April 2016
Having strolled along the promenade walkway, I settled down on a comfortable chair at Cantante, a sort of wine-bar overlooking the sea.
There was a young lady singing and playing her guitar here.
This establishment never seems to change, nor do the staff, standards of service, and decor.
It's a fairly traditional Canarian or Spanish restaurant with sturdy, old, upright, wooden chairs and tables.
The staff are always attentive and courteous.
Always order a half portion here unless you happen to be ravenously hungry or capable of consuming gigantic helpings of their fresh seafood, beef, chicken and so on.
I ordered my usual escalope of breaded chicken, including thick chips and salad.
I initiated a conversation with a lady seated behind me, and we subsequently chatted for a good half hour.
I got the eight o'clock bus back to El Cotillo.