A recent trip to Madrid raised a series of important fat fuck questions, namely does food taste better the closer to the equator you travel? And more importantly, does Spain have more to offer than heaving, perspiration splashed nightclubs, greased up men and dodgy paella?
One afternoon of sea food munching and quality wine sipping, in a rustic yet modern and cosmopolitan San Miguel market answered all of the above questions. Yes! Yes! Yes! (notice the orgasmic references)....
The building itself is impressive, glass and wrought iron exterior, wood and stainless steel interior, and home to approximately 10 stalls serving every variety of seafood and two wine bars. The atmosphere was electric. In the heart of the building where simple wooden tables were laden with the markets specialities, business partners toasted new deals with champagne and ate mussels, families devoured lobsters and chatted in excited tones, couples cooed over cheese platters.
A simple meal of tortilla, fried squid and an egg (why egg?), washed down with a delicious, crisp house white wine for me and spanish beer of sorts for The Sultan. While a pricey afternoon for this wing of the Fat Fucks team, the overall experience was so wonderful that it was more than food - it was food for the soul. And that is what it is all about.
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