To Live in Jerusalem, Have Sharp Elbows

A few days before we left beloved Madrid, I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop attempting to order a filter coffee. I knew this place didn’t sell filter/drip/pour-over coffee, but still I liked to ask because how else will they know there’s a demand for something other than bitter espresso drinks? A guy sitting nextContinue reading “To Live in Jerusalem, Have Sharp Elbows”

How a Spanish Onion Pulled Me Out of My Restaurant Funk

I’ve been a little down on restaurants in Spain lately. Maybe it was spending two weeks in Paris, where you’d have to try really, really hard to eat something that isn’t delicious. Or maybe it was the two-night trip north through Bilbao and Pamplona where the omnipresence of pinxtos (thought by many Spaniards to beContinue reading “How a Spanish Onion Pulled Me Out of My Restaurant Funk”

The Case of the Cloistered Nun Cookies

More than a year ago I was with a group of friends talking about our upcoming move to Madrid when one friend exclaimed “You must find these amazing cookies made by nuns” and proceeded to tell me a story about her quest to find these special cookies during a trip to Madrid.  It ended wellContinue reading “The Case of the Cloistered Nun Cookies”