In
1935 W. Somerset Maugham, my favourite writer, wrote a book about Spain called
Don Fernando. One of the chapters was devoted to food.
In Andalucía, Maugham observed, ‘you
eat romantically rather than to the satisfaction of your palate.’ This, I would
say, is no longer true. Take the example of Pepa y Pepe, a pleasant tapas bar
that spills on to one of the streets in Málaga’s
Old Town. The food there is very good: you can have albóndigas (meatballs)
in a rich tomato sauce, and they do good fried fish like gambas pil pil (prawns with garlic and chilli cooked in lots of oil).
There’s little romance about
Pepa y Pepe, though. Most of the diners are foreigners and it’s a magnet for
the street performers and beggars of this fine city. In the space of an hour
one Tuesday evening six men of varying degrees of misery asked me for money outside
this establishment.
My interaction with one of
these individuals had an element of comedy about it. He was a dirty, odd looking
man, with a yellow tie round his neck but no shirt. His trade was shining
shoes. After a rebuff from another group, he approached me and we locked eyes.
I shook my head. He then looked down at my feet, shrugged his shoulders and looked
me in the eyes again. He had an aghast expression on his face, as if to say ‘Come
on! How can you walk around like that in this beautiful place?!’ I refused a
second time, though, and he trudged off in search of less stubborn tourists.
While the albóndigas
in Pepe y Pepe were
tasty, I would say that ordering meat dishes in Andalucía is not necessarily a wise
move. In Cádiz, for instance,
I ventured into a quiet place one evening and ordered a media ración (half portion)
of meatballs in Pedro Ximenez
sauce. The meatballs bore the awful signs of having been microwaved: some were lukewarm,
others cold. I guess they’d been hanging around for a bit too, for they had an
off-putting discolouration in the middle. The PX sauce had an unpleasantly
gloopy texture, too, kind of like mint jelly. The only thing that was hot was
the fried potatoes. I’ve rarely been in such a hurry to
leave a restaurant.
I also had a cold plate of rabo de toro (stewed oxtail) in Málaga, which left me crestfallen,
for it’s a thing of beauty when done properly. Another dish which is hit or
miss is patatas bravas. These can be
great, as long as the sauce that is served with the fried potatoes is spicy and
based on tomatoes. Too often, though, you are presented with an unappetising mixture
of spicy sauce and mayonnaise.
These experiences lead me
to think that Maugham was wrong when he advised his readers ‘to make your meal
out of a single dish’ when in Spain. It’s better to order a few tapas, or small plates, because then there’s
more chance of getting something you like. And the best options in Spain are cured
meats like jamón ibérico and fried fish dishes. I don’t
think I’ve ever been disappointed when I ordered those.
Maugham made the rather
wild claim that ‘you eat much better in the north of a country than in the
south’. Still, in the case of Spain, it may be true, although I have limited
experience of the north. The finest meal by far that I have eaten there was in a
place called Casa Zanito in the
beautiful walled town of Olite in Navarra. As a general rule, though, it has to
be rubbish, as anyone who has travelled in Scotland could tell you. Just try
finding a decent meal in the Highlands.
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