The Real Meat-Locker
Today I met up with my friend Chris Wintrode from Beloit. Boy a boy, and too think I come 4000 miles East to get away from that city and a little piece of it comes with me. But I love Chris, so it's all good. Of course our love is a platonic love in the tradition sense not the literal one (all the Greeks had sex with each other, especially Plato, the student teacher relationship then was a bit more intimate).
I met him outside el Banco de Espana, in Placa de Catalonya. He introduced me to his friend from Harvard and after a bit of honoring the sun god (as we all do when we meet someone from an ivy league school) we headed toward the Zoo. It wasn't exactly intentional, but that is surely where we ended up. Of course, we knew were going in the direction of the zoo long before we laid our eyes on zebras because that well known stench to various animal shit filled the air a good 3 kilometers away.
After getting lost in the zoo for a bit, we discovered the smell of that recently filtered air had made all of us rather hungry and we set out to find a good place to eat. Chris's friend had to split with us for class so Chris and I went to meet another friend, Jessica, for lunch.
Fast forward. We went to lunch at this amazing meat cafe place. I don't even know what to call it. It was basically a warehouse/hole-in-the-wall in the middle of side street. All I know is I had two sandwiches, onion rings and a bottle of champaign for less than 5 euros. It was fantastic. The sandwiches were various types of sausages and cheese, the onion rings were the greasiest I have ever tasted (and with grease comes extacy), and the Champaign was as cheap and amazing as could be. The three of us eat and talked, with little ledges to put our glasses on, as there were no places to sit down, we could only stand. When we were finished, we threw our napkins on the floor, littered with other people's paper waste and headed off, but not before getting a picture.
I met him outside el Banco de Espana, in Placa de Catalonya. He introduced me to his friend from Harvard and after a bit of honoring the sun god (as we all do when we meet someone from an ivy league school) we headed toward the Zoo. It wasn't exactly intentional, but that is surely where we ended up. Of course, we knew were going in the direction of the zoo long before we laid our eyes on zebras because that well known stench to various animal shit filled the air a good 3 kilometers away.
After getting lost in the zoo for a bit, we discovered the smell of that recently filtered air had made all of us rather hungry and we set out to find a good place to eat. Chris's friend had to split with us for class so Chris and I went to meet another friend, Jessica, for lunch.
Fast forward. We went to lunch at this amazing meat cafe place. I don't even know what to call it. It was basically a warehouse/hole-in-the-wall in the middle of side street. All I know is I had two sandwiches, onion rings and a bottle of champaign for less than 5 euros. It was fantastic. The sandwiches were various types of sausages and cheese, the onion rings were the greasiest I have ever tasted (and with grease comes extacy), and the Champaign was as cheap and amazing as could be. The three of us eat and talked, with little ledges to put our glasses on, as there were no places to sit down, we could only stand. When we were finished, we threw our napkins on the floor, littered with other people's paper waste and headed off, but not before getting a picture.
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