TAPAS IN SEVILLE

More Spanish holiday snaps. I remember when my parents used to invite the neighbours round in the ’70s to watch those slide shows of photos from Torremelinos. Perhaps I should offer that as a prize in a future competition; a night in our new Sheffield guest bedroom (just finished) and bottled Doom Bar plus a slide show.

For now, you get a foodie Seville post and a weird architecture Seville post. Take your pick.

Mrs RM had picked Cordoba as you can reach Seville and Ronda on the train in 90 minutes.

90 minutes on the tourist train, half the price of the fast commuter one, which meant having to input all our passport details into a machine at Cordoba station which then crashed so we had to speak to a man in Spanglish.

EVERYONE on the train to and from Seville was lugging along one of those enormous plastic suitcases, even though they were presumably only doing a weekend visit to tick micropubs visit their mum. It allowed Mrs RM to feel superior that she was having a 10 day foreign holiday carrying only a tiny rucksack in which the biggest item was her laptop.

We also felt oddly superior in our lunch choice, a virtuous cafe called Ananas where we had spinach, kale and mango poke bowls with our smoothies. Mudgie probably went somewhere similar on his Bermondsey trip yesterday.

Being vaguely aware of football gives you an odd perspective on cities before you visit them. Clearly Seville is a sizeable place as its team sit 2nd in La Liga, just as Birmingham is a tiny place as its team sits 19th in the Championship.

But I’d never have guessed a city population of 690,000, bigger than Athens, Rotterdam or Dortmund.

The city centre is quite compact; we walked most of it in 3 hours from Santa Justa Station.

A colourful place,

heaving with day trippers on a dull day in late March.

We caught a short Flamenco performance piece in the Murillo Gardens called “Please don’t move Bass to Preston” (Press Play)

I dropped a euro in the hat; I always reward buskers with a quid, however bad.

We had a bottle of water at New York cafe by the river as temperatures finally reached UK levels, stopping to admire the toilet signage,

and a leisurely lunch of tapas at this place 5 minutes north of the Cathedral. In fairness, it doesn’t look that promising, but then neither does This & That.

See if you can match the items on the bill to the tapas (all marvellous, but the octopus the star).

Are these tapas ?” I asked, suddenly worried about the size of the dishes in front of us, fearing I’d ordered “ration” by mistake. Apparently not.

About £22 for a feast and two pints. Blimey.

12 thoughts on “TAPAS IN SEVILLE

  1. Fizzy water! Only tourists order the fizzy water…

    That tentacle looks tasty, though given that Octopusses are at least as intelligent as dogs (not cats obvs), I don’t think I could bring myself to Pulpo again.

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  2. Even though it is clearly a tourist city I loved Seville. What beautiful squares. If you went back, would you revisit both Seville and Cordoba? Cordoba has been on my list for a while. Tapas may be the most civilized method of eating ever invented. Combine that with cask and ungespundet and you have the best combination possible.

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    1. Tapas is Spain (and Portugals) great culinary gift to the world. Little snacks to keep you going as you socialise around town of a night. Sadly Tapas in the UK means ordering too many dishes as a meal, and thereby filling up and ruining the slow social drinking we love. It’s got to the point where we avoid anything that sells itself as having a Tapas menu in this country now, they just don’t get it…

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    2. Seville just got better and better as we kept walking.

      Out of Malaga, Cordoba, Seville and Ronda I’d be torn between Cordoba and Malaga (endless streets) and Ronda (for the views down the gorge) but I suspect Seville may have the better food and beer.

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