The Livin’ Treasure Posse.

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August 25, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

So last night, we went out for Le Duke’s birthday. In preparation for going out, one of our crafter friends had secretly commissioned me to make a handful of buttons for everybody who was coming out with us. All of the buttons said things like “I got drunk with a Living Treasure” and “Living Treasure Wannabe”. Mine says “Shabby Beard on Board”. So, nice.

Anyway, we headed over to this pub called Max’s Tavern to get the birthday boy started down the path that would ultimately wind him up being lugged around in a borrowed wheel barrow. Or, at least, hopefully would. The crew had a beer at Max’s and decided to try elsewhere for dinner. We checked a couple of spots and finally landed at this place called Pazo. At first we were discouraged by the “Proper Attire Required” sign. I was the only one wearing a tie, and when I am the only one properly attired, that’s bad news. Turns out we were properly attired, and, luckily, Le Duke went in to look at the menu, just out of curiosity. We had been worried that the menu would have been beyond our meager budgets, but he assured us that the prices weren’t that bad. As it turns out, it didn’t matter what it costs, it would have been worth it.

Let’s just say right now that we had a lot of preconceived notions about Pazo, and we were pleasantly wrong on all of them. We thought we were not dressed well enough to get in, we thought it was Italian food, we thought it was going to be too expensive. And we were so wrong.

After a short stint at the bar while waiting for a table, we were seated at our corner booth and presented with menus. Turns out the food was mainly Northern Spanish regional cuisine. Catalonia, Sardinia, Campania, and with a little Sicily thrown in for good measure. The menu was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. There were so many things that I’ve heard of and been interested to try all at my fingertips. I ultimately chose the blue prawns with gold potatoes and the most amazing broccoli (Broccoli a la Plancha with Pecorino and Chile oil) I have ever eaten. Le Duke had Sea Scallops, Iberico Ham, tuna tartare, and Lamb sausage raviolis. Wild Goose Johnny had the raviolis and the broccoli as well, but he also got the Duck Magret (no beef steak will ever measure up to that duck). The Shell Lakers had the Haricots verts, the pizza Siciliana, and the Arroz La Bomba with wood grilled chicken and chorizo.

We all ate off of each others plates and it was some of the best food of my life. The high point was the duck and the low point was the pizza, but all of it was amazing. I know now that I could grow old being fat and happy in Catalonia. All I have to do is convince Pancake Land that living in Northern Spain is a good idea.

Well, the show was much better yesterday than it was on Monday. Let us hope that today flies by because we are so busy writing orders. After we break down the show, I have got to remember to finish writing my article. Somebody remind me please.

On that note, I should probably go get ready to put on a smiling face. More soon. ~SC


1 comment »

  1. DAve says:

    Funny, Im convinced I could grow old(er) – not so fat, in Southern Spain. You and I should hang out and be friends.

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