|Menu del Dia|
by Pegojack at 16:34 20 Mar 2019
Thought I'd give you folks a snapshot of an everyday culinary tradition around here; it's one of the reasons I love living here - the Menu del Dia.
Everywhere you go, and probably all around Spain, the bars, cafes and restaurants do a cheap 'Menu del Dia' (menu of the day) at lunchtime. Lunch is the most important meal of the day, most workers be they high or low have a two hour lunchbreak, and they all pile into their local eating place for a good nosh.
Me and the misses went shopping to Gandia today, buying a football strip for my walking football team in Decathalon because we've been invited to take part in a tournament in Moreira in April.
Anyway, having successfully completed the mission and feeling a bit peckish on the way back, we stopped for lunch in a place new to us, a modest roadside restaurant 'El Trafico' in Miramar just outside Oliva.
We sat down at a table in the centre of the quirky bar and the waitress immediately came up and plonked a delicious salad and a basket of fresh bread between us - its not a case of what will you have, its understood you're having the menu of the day - and she proceeded to rattle of the four choices on each of the starter and main courses.
We both ordered paella to start (first courses are filling and usually involve a rice or pasta dish) followed by sirloin steak in sauce.
To drink? We asked for white wine and she brought a chilled bottle of white rioja. Incuded in the price, mind.
We munched on the fab salad - lettuce, tomato, spring onion, two types of olive, gherkins, sweet white onion, carrot - and then the paella arrived in oven dishes. Proper Valencian paella, none of your tourist nonsense, the meat was rabbit, the rice was yellow and fragrant with saffron, and there was lashings of baked artichoke heart in it.
The steak cutlets were tender, coated in a red pepper sauce and accompanied by nicely browned chips an a smattering of roast vegetables.
Postre? That's dessert to you and me. I had a whisky ice cream gateau with squirty cream, the misses profiteroles. The final act was two superb cafe americanos brewed on a proper machine, they'd shoot themselves here before serving you a cup of instant.
Now the best bit. The bill was 20 euros for the two of us. What's that, about £8.70 each?
Go on, move out here, you lnow you want to. (Pikeypaul and RedWhiteandBlue please ignore).