When the tides aren't too high, another restaurant called El Callao places tables and chairs in a corner of this substantial terrace.
They serve tapas and drinks here during the day.
Yesterday afternoon I enjoyed a large Tanqueray and tonic at one of these tables (a bargain at €5) and admired my surroundings, including the spectacular view of the sea.
I hadn't eaten at El Callao, so last night I ambled down the narrow little street, Calle Requena, and darkened their threshold for the very first time.
I was early; too early, in fact, though I selected a prime table at the window.
El Callao, like other similar restaurants, is overshadowed by La Vaca Azul and La Marisma, which always seem to be busy.
Their reputation precedes them, I suppose.
I really must pay a little more attention to the decor in these places.
Here it was black and white, modern, clean. If and when I return I'll spend more time studying it.
I ordered an abstemious tonic-water with ice and a slice of lemon.
The menu is lengthy.
I hadn't consumed beef for more than a week, so treated myself to the solomillo Roquefort, a fillet steak served with little chips and carrot in a rich Roquefort sauce.
I requested my steak to be cooked medium, though it came rare. Happily I'm not terribly fussy about this and, since the beef was very lean, I attached the trusty nose-bag and got down to work.
The puddings were written in chalk on a blackboard.
The pretty little waitress explained them all to me and I ordered the Tarta de Platana.
This turned out to be what I'd call banoffee pie.
It was really rather good and tasty: not too heavy or stodgy.
The bill came to €21.80.
Thereafter I removed to Ferret's for a glass of port and the company of the resident cats.
I love to read through your gourmet-adventures in El Cotillo. Please continue and enjoy your last days here!
ReplyDeleteHasta luego, See you soon,
the austrian receptionist :)
Ha ha! I ought to have checked my Comments before we spoke last night, or I'd have posted your own comment sooner.
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