Sara, a young American tourist, was greatly enjoying her first visit to Spain and was intent on seeing not only the country's iconic landmarks but also soaking in some of the local sights and flavors. On the second day of her vacation she visited Madrid’s famous bullfighting ring, the Plaza de Toros and decided to eat somewhere nearby. She saw a small and charming restaurant being patronized by a fair amount of locals and it seemed they were enjoying the cuisine so she decided to give it a shot. Sara knew a little Spanish but not enough to properly order from the weathered menu she was given. Instead, in broken Spanish, she told her waiter that she wanted to try something different, something that said Spain in its flavors and texture. The waiter looked at her and thought about it for a quick moment. As he raised his index finger, his widening smile told her in silence that he knew exactly what to serve.
The waiter came back in about 15 minutes and almost ceremoniously lowered the plate to the table. It looked like two very large meatballs smothered in sauce with onions. It looked very appetizing and the aroma was intoxicating. Just before stabbing a meatball, Sara asked the waiter just what exactly she was about to feast upon. The waiter, using his broken English and lots of charades style imagery, was able to explain that sitting on her plate were two Bulls testicles. Sara scrunched her face in disgust slowly putting the fork down. Quickly trying to salvage the moment, the waiter explained that this delicacy is by far the most traditional and time honored Spanish dish and to savor this meal was to savor
Spain. He also emphasized that his restaurant had an arrangement with the bullring right down the street to have first choice of the kill of the day, ensuring these to be the freshest and tastiest testicles she would ever put in her mouth. Sara took a deep breath and remembered her promise to try different things while in Spain, so she meekly cut a thin slice and quickly pitched it into her mouth before she had second thoughts. As she started to chew, her face lit up with a decidedly approving expression, slowly nodding, she quickly took another bite and another. She loved it.
Sara continued her tour of Spain and over the next week she tried many different foods but when it came to eating something exotic and flavorful, her mind kept jumping back to the bulls testicles, so she decided to return to the restaurant where she had been introduced to this now unexpected favorite.
The waiter remembered her, gave her a friendly hug and promptly escorted her to an open table. Immediately upon sitting in her chair, Sara told the waiter she had come back for another serving of bulls testicles. The waiter smiled, slightly bowed and walked off. 10 minutes later, he appeared and swiftly shuffled the plate of steaming testicles in front of her. She smiled, but as Sara picked up her fork, she noticed something. She saw that these testicles were much smaller than what she had before, so she asked the waiter why these testicles were so meager compared to the previous serving. The waiter took a step back and after finding the right words to use in English, he said “Senorita, how do you say... The Matador, he does not always wins”.
The waiter came back in about 15 minutes and almost ceremoniously lowered the plate to the table. It looked like two very large meatballs smothered in sauce with onions. It looked very appetizing and the aroma was intoxicating. Just before stabbing a meatball, Sara asked the waiter just what exactly she was about to feast upon. The waiter, using his broken English and lots of charades style imagery, was able to explain that sitting on her plate were two Bulls testicles. Sara scrunched her face in disgust slowly putting the fork down. Quickly trying to salvage the moment, the waiter explained that this delicacy is by far the most traditional and time honored Spanish dish and to savor this meal was to savor
Spain. He also emphasized that his restaurant had an arrangement with the bullring right down the street to have first choice of the kill of the day, ensuring these to be the freshest and tastiest testicles she would ever put in her mouth. Sara took a deep breath and remembered her promise to try different things while in Spain, so she meekly cut a thin slice and quickly pitched it into her mouth before she had second thoughts. As she started to chew, her face lit up with a decidedly approving expression, slowly nodding, she quickly took another bite and another. She loved it.
Sara continued her tour of Spain and over the next week she tried many different foods but when it came to eating something exotic and flavorful, her mind kept jumping back to the bulls testicles, so she decided to return to the restaurant where she had been introduced to this now unexpected favorite.
The waiter remembered her, gave her a friendly hug and promptly escorted her to an open table. Immediately upon sitting in her chair, Sara told the waiter she had come back for another serving of bulls testicles. The waiter smiled, slightly bowed and walked off. 10 minutes later, he appeared and swiftly shuffled the plate of steaming testicles in front of her. She smiled, but as Sara picked up her fork, she noticed something. She saw that these testicles were much smaller than what she had before, so she asked the waiter why these testicles were so meager compared to the previous serving. The waiter took a step back and after finding the right words to use in English, he said “Senorita, how do you say... The Matador, he does not always wins”.