A sunset walk around the city centre whetted our appetite for the tapas that Granada is renowned for. The pub in our hotel, Saray, was first port of call,
where we met a Melbourne couple who recommended tapas in the city's square, pretty much the social gathering area for friends and family, we soon discovered. We found a cafe called Matador, but were advised by the waiter that they had to "burn the kitchen" as they had been closed. We then bumbled our way through the Spanish menu, only to be informed that you order drinks and get free tapas - no problem there. Good tapas with pork and cheese in a toasted bun. We realised we were on to a good deal here, so decided to do a tapas crawl through the city.
As good as our intentions were, we found our second restaurant in the bespoke square, Bebidos, ordered our drinks and recieved said tapas. These were not as good as the Matador, and so ended our tapas crawl. However, we left the Bebidos with good bounty in hand, consisting of cappuccino's, hot dipping chocolate and a fist full of churros - doughnut like sugar coated sticks........mmmmmm.
We found Greg's namesake.
After the hustle and bustle in the square between 8pm - 9.30pm, there was no-one about on our walk back to the hotel. It's like everyone comes out for dinner in that hour and half and then they all just disappear in an instant. Such a culture shock, but so interesting to be part of it.
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