They were doing salsa lessons at the neighborhood sports bar, and in a strange way the row of dancers in front of a guy with a microphone reminded me of the line dancing I used to see through the window at Remington’s, the country-themed gay bar down the street from my old apartment. I ordered the costillas: two beef ribs that took up the whole plate, with some rice and two little cups of tomatoes and beans. Maybe that is how it is in South America, but next time I might want more vegetables. The meat slid off the bone and tasted of brown sugar.
(Photo: The Pyrenees near Vall de Nuria, Spain.)
365 Days of Food 