A bar where everybody knows your name
Tin is five and a half and already has two bars in Cadiz where everybody knows his name and has since he was two years old. In the bar by the church, Tin keeps asking how everyone in there knows him so well. There you have it.
The woman who owns the great wine shop, Margerit, has opened a stall in the foodie section of the gran market here in Cadiz. This year she introduced me to Ababol sacristia – a white wine that hails from a small vineyard north of Madrid. I told her it was the holy trinity of white wines for me – dry – fruit forward – with body. I picked up the Gran Ababol that takes it to the next level:
Tin insisted on acting like he is reading about the transvestite who murdered the elderly woman – the only thing he knows is that it is a transvestite who robbed somebody:
