I’ll be honest, when I first arrived in Seville I wasn’t too impressed with the coffee. And when I say “wasn’t too impressed”, I’m using language so diplomatically that this blog should really get the Nobel Peace Prize. Disclaimer: I’m about to go on a …
I only have bad childhood memories of vermouth. Almost always, these memories—pulled from the locked up part of my brain where things are sent to be forgotten—revolve around a dusty old bottle, found at the backest corner of the highest shelf in the pantry. That …
If you’re like most people, you want to try churros when you’re in Seville. And why wouldn’t you? It’s a deep-fried doughnut dipped in chocolate—everything about that description sounds delicious. But there’s a problem: A lot of churros are bad. And bad churros… well, they can ruin your time in …