Saturday, 16 April 2016
I spent a fair part of the day at the picturesque beach.
I don't bring the iPad with me; otherwise I'd take more photographs of the scenery and features.
Last night I revisited the little café on the outskirts of El Cotillo, Punta dell'est.
If you have been following my narrative, this modest little place is located at the very edge of the village, adjacent to the new bus station.
Scrubland and semi-desert lie to one side.
Virtually all the tables at Punta dell'est are outside.
Sand-coloured tiles cover the floor; bamboo fencing is here and there; flower-pots, little and large, placed strategically.
The tables are covered with red-and-white chequered plastic; the chairs are navy-blue plastic.
I was greeted cordially by the Italian chef-owner, who brought me a large Beefeater and tonic.
The menu, comprising about ten items, varies daily.
The "black sepia ravioli, cherry tomatoes, and salmon" sounded interesting, so I ordered that.
Sliced bread and a dish of ready-grated Parmesan cheese had been laid on my table.
The portions here are not massive, though perfectly adequate.
Without wishing to be critical at all, I think I'd have served the ravioli with more sauce; though it was simple and satisfying.
A side salad would not have gone amiss, either; though restaurants don't seem to bother serving salad garnishes in El Cotillo, in my experience.
Canela Cafè, Lajares, served abundant salad with their grub, though.
I had room for pudding, so was apprised that a ricotta and pear tart had been prepared.
I made the correct choice: it was good, light, and easily digestible.