Eight days of tapas is, well, a lot, especially if you've already lived in Spain for seven years like some people on this trip. So by Day/night 6, La Piccolina, run by a Spanish/Italian couple, ended up being a pretty swell idea. Below: great grilled vegetables with balsamic and basil, and a salmorejo that was unfortunately mostly a good example of the difference between an OK version and the couple of great ones we'd had so far, this one needed at least some salt and olive oil; yes that's spaghetti with tomato and basil in the background, very competently done and comforting, but the gnocchetti with cream, chives and parsley in the foreground were perfect. Then a dreamy chocolate souffle with vanilla ice cream and a side of Pedro Ximénez. Bonk.
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).