We saw the tourist office and headed in. (Tourist offices can be a valuable resource as local knowledge is generally the best…and, similarly, why you should use a travel agent that has “been there and done that’ rather than having merely read about it…if you are lucky.) In literally ten seconds she told us where to go…where the locals eat…and it was just a short walk.
Should we eat here? Should we eat there? Seafood? And then, at least for me, there is was: A small old and dark shop with about 100 curing hams hanging from the ceiling.
My wife wasn’t so convinced, but was a good sport about it…humoring more than agreeing with me. She was a bit concerned with the cost of my ordering a plate with some of the local cheese (known as “breast cheese” because of its shape) and one of local cured jamon (ham) along with a nice bottle of Rioja…typical for the region. But I knew it would be OK because it was a local place. It came to a whopping 20 Euros. What a bargain and, more importantly, what a great lunch!
Shortly after we sat down at our small table, the locals started to come in, young and old, mostly purchasing enough for their lunch at home, but a couple choosing to sit down. We had a great seat for people watching too. Before we knew it, it was time to leisurely stroll back to the Seabourn Pride.