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By *eavenNhell OP Couple
over a year ago
carrbrook stalybridge |
A tourist has been staying in Madrid for a few days when he decides he wants something more than the usual tapas and raciones for dinner.
Seeking out something more original he finds a small restaurant down a side street and sits down inside.
The waiter, after listening to his plea for no more calamari, croquetas and jamon serrano, offers the man a true delicacy: 'cojones'.
"Tell me," says the tourist, "what are these 'cojones'?"
"Ah..." says the waiter, "they are the testicles of the bull that was killed in the ring today. An expensive but rare delight, you will like them I promise."
Feeling brave, the tourist orders the cojones. They arrive, majestic, and although he starts slowly, he soon polishes them off.
"Those were great!", says the man, and off he goes into the night.
A week goes by and our friend is again feeling peckish. He recalls what he now realises has been his favourite dish so far and returns to the restaurant.
Delighted to see him, the waiter is soon back out of the kitchen with another serving of the famed 'cojones'. The tourist wolfs them down with gusto.
"Amazing!", says the tourist, "they are really cooked well and taste so good! but tell me, how come these were so much smaller this week?"
"Ah.....", says the waiter, "but you know the bull does not always lose, my friend |
