Anybody want this….Frank??
God bless the man who brought American restaurants to Spain.
I so miss American food!
McDonalds tastes better in Spain.
They sell beer at McDonalds?
. . . .went to the McDonalds at Alcampo. It was packed! I was amazed—10:30 on a Sunday night and we are waiting in line (forever!) at America’s ubiquitous fast food chain. In Alcala.
I was feeling quite poorly and very hungry. I stopped in a (God strike me down as I admit this) Burger King for lunch.
I definitely have come to terms with the fact that Spanish food is an acquired taste. I think my taste buds must be slow because Burger King looks better and better everyday.
Where are the buffets?
Where’s the Kool-Aid?
There is NO MOUNTAIN DEW HERE!
The coffee here is awesome.
The paella I’ve had wasn’t impressive. The search continues.
I ordered a paella and the eyes of an innocent shrimp were staring at me so I couldn’t eat him.
It seems that most food in Spain looks at you.
I’m still trying to figure out why they like their rock-hard bread. How can anybody make a sandwich out of that?
Everybody had sandwiches since they didn’t know what else to order.
A meal isn’t complete without the bread. Can’t forget the bread.
Their bread is horrible!
I still don’t know the words for foods, or what I even like.
Eating out here is an adventure, because you never really know what you are going to get, even when you are pretty sure you know what you ordered. Thank God for Pollo Asado.
It’s so nice when you get a really good meal.
I keep eating sandwiches and spaghetti.
I’m gonna start leaving little greasy spots on the chairs or whatever if I keep eating this lardy food!
Our tortillas: Corn and Flour. Theirs: Egg and Potatoes.
I have noticed that Spain does very interesting things to you digestively.
I have to say the food here is not what I imagined; it’s not very good at all.
The food here is good.
I think I saw tuna flavored toothpaste.
Hate the meat here.
I hate that grapes require such an effort to eat. If they weren’t so damn good I’d be pissed.
Broke down and were homesick little Americans today. Translation: We ordered pizza. It was so good!
Tonight I “achieved” real meal.
I made dinner. It was successful and I was very glad.
I’m cooking with eggs, potatoes, pastas—and last week I got really crazy and bought meat.
Like most of the stuff I cook, they looked all wrong but tasted all right.
. . .been rottenly ill as the result of eating my own cooking.
Grocery shopping is such a hassle! I feel like I go to the store everyday.
We are usually out of something. Usually something suitable for dinner