Apart from our adventures with octopus and Ribeiro, shortly after they started dating discover a new pub, located across the street Anastrepha, in near the Elkes. It was a rather large, full of isolated units, s dim enough for our taste, which was basically what we wanted, and music from the eighties, that will never die. We loved it. The first day it came out to greet the owner of the premises, a curious individual, like Jose Luis Uribarri, but on a smaller scale. Must be measured as five feet or so, and almost always seen in a tuxedo or tailcoat, very elegant, something that does not jibe much with either the music or the aesthetics of the people who frequented the place, but hey, we liked, and we leveraged, as was our custom when we liked a particular location.
The bar was called "yuppies", "Chupi", or something, do not remember. It was in that pub where, just a couple of weeks after they started dating, Pilar felt the need to come clean with me and told me he had some relationships before ours, which thanked him for the outburst of sincerity he had to tell me, but I really do not mind at all. I also told him my previous engagements sublime and pathetic, laugh a bit, and we forget for ever the subject. I was positive that we had both had previous experience, because he helped us to better match each other almost from the outset.
we were, confessing love for each other's dabbling into the world again, when Uribe thumbnail approached our table. "How about, chicosss?. " Pronounced it as well, expanding the "s", like those radio announcers seem to hiss when they talk. After praising the excellence of our local and comfort of their sofas, the man seemed to want to go into more depth, and asked us where we lived, that what we wanted more to drink, to which were our favorite snacks, a all of which were going to answer with our regular education (that's something we've always had Pilar and me, except when a surreal situation has forced us to lose my temper), and a smile from ear to ear. The good man, that was the height of kindness at first, and guess what he was doing was a market survey Burger king type, similar to those supermarkets where the cashier asks for your zip code, was distancing himself getting a little more as the place was filling it every customer later. Customers, to our surprise, we were getting younger.
never know what the man mosque of us. Might be the fact that Pilar and I throw all the holy week with a Coke each (which, incidentally, were quite cheap). Could be also, I have ever thought that our love gushing (enganchábamos us to each other in a hard kiss since we sat until we got up to leave, with occasional pauses necessary to give a drink a glass or eat a handful of appetizers) will appear soon from, especially if we consider the emerging increasingly gregarious youth and other clients, which gather in groups of at least five or six people. Could also be that this man was a kind of forerunner of today's gorillas do not let you go to a local hard you lacquer, and would like for your customers a much more striking aesthetics that after-normal dress that she wore Pilar and I, especially me. We do not know, nor ever know, but the fact is that, as time passed and weeks, we listen to this "How about, chicosssss?" so beloved of the early days, and the smile, the small Uribe came to a tense cold, of course, we had cared a damn if it had not been accompanied by a drop both the quality and quantity of the snacks that we personally served good man.
the beginning, which is why we decided that this was a good place to go, we took out bowls of potato salad, pickled anchovies, olives, peppers and anchovies on a piece of bread, and even bowls of cashews, fruit dry at that time began to be known for these payments, or so we thought. As that would cool the relationship disappeared snacks. Another reason I can think of for the small Uribarri began to swing the lead is actually already had a clientele, and never met the empty building, even, and that's a merit to his credit, this pub , on weekdays, when the other venues were more sad and lonely a flamenco show at ten o'clock. Often the case with all bars and restaurants in the world have been. Have a period of rising and a falling, decay, "rise and fall", they say the English. That happens a lot with the restaurants that come the construction workers. Understandably, the owner of the premises, when it is full every day, the quality begins to drop, to get more pulp business. Commercial suicide I've never understood, but that usually occurs rather more frequently than desirable.
Anyway, cashews, potato salad and anchovies were replaced, without concern for a small plate of jobfish, not the best quality, precisely. The nature of those jobfish increasingly tempered, was directly proportional to the detachment of the owner, who completely stopped near our table. Our last days in that place we went, embraced, that of course taking the comings and goings of that sort of master of ceremonies, who enjoyed a spectacular rise in their business without giving a fuck older clients. The straw that broke the camel came one evening in which we put forward two coca-colas, no ice or lemon used to, and did not even deign to bring us the miserable jobfish rancid dish that we had already used (a s tough, said there). Pilar and I exchanged a glance, as always, we take the coca-colas nearly a drink, pay and went, in search of new horizons in which they could pick from a more abundant.
As was our custom, never returned to the pub "yuppie", "Chupi" or whatever it was called that place.
The bar was called "yuppies", "Chupi", or something, do not remember. It was in that pub where, just a couple of weeks after they started dating, Pilar felt the need to come clean with me and told me he had some relationships before ours, which thanked him for the outburst of sincerity he had to tell me, but I really do not mind at all. I also told him my previous engagements sublime and pathetic, laugh a bit, and we forget for ever the subject. I was positive that we had both had previous experience, because he helped us to better match each other almost from the outset.
we were, confessing love for each other's dabbling into the world again, when Uribe thumbnail approached our table. "How about, chicosss?. " Pronounced it as well, expanding the "s", like those radio announcers seem to hiss when they talk. After praising the excellence of our local and comfort of their sofas, the man seemed to want to go into more depth, and asked us where we lived, that what we wanted more to drink, to which were our favorite snacks, a all of which were going to answer with our regular education (that's something we've always had Pilar and me, except when a surreal situation has forced us to lose my temper), and a smile from ear to ear. The good man, that was the height of kindness at first, and guess what he was doing was a market survey Burger king type, similar to those supermarkets where the cashier asks for your zip code, was distancing himself getting a little more as the place was filling it every customer later. Customers, to our surprise, we were getting younger.
never know what the man mosque of us. Might be the fact that Pilar and I throw all the holy week with a Coke each (which, incidentally, were quite cheap). Could be also, I have ever thought that our love gushing (enganchábamos us to each other in a hard kiss since we sat until we got up to leave, with occasional pauses necessary to give a drink a glass or eat a handful of appetizers) will appear soon from, especially if we consider the emerging increasingly gregarious youth and other clients, which gather in groups of at least five or six people. Could also be that this man was a kind of forerunner of today's gorillas do not let you go to a local hard you lacquer, and would like for your customers a much more striking aesthetics that after-normal dress that she wore Pilar and I, especially me. We do not know, nor ever know, but the fact is that, as time passed and weeks, we listen to this "How about, chicosssss?" so beloved of the early days, and the smile, the small Uribe came to a tense cold, of course, we had cared a damn if it had not been accompanied by a drop both the quality and quantity of the snacks that we personally served good man.
the beginning, which is why we decided that this was a good place to go, we took out bowls of potato salad, pickled anchovies, olives, peppers and anchovies on a piece of bread, and even bowls of cashews, fruit dry at that time began to be known for these payments, or so we thought. As that would cool the relationship disappeared snacks. Another reason I can think of for the small Uribarri began to swing the lead is actually already had a clientele, and never met the empty building, even, and that's a merit to his credit, this pub , on weekdays, when the other venues were more sad and lonely a flamenco show at ten o'clock. Often the case with all bars and restaurants in the world have been. Have a period of rising and a falling, decay, "rise and fall", they say the English. That happens a lot with the restaurants that come the construction workers. Understandably, the owner of the premises, when it is full every day, the quality begins to drop, to get more pulp business. Commercial suicide I've never understood, but that usually occurs rather more frequently than desirable.
Anyway, cashews, potato salad and anchovies were replaced, without concern for a small plate of jobfish, not the best quality, precisely. The nature of those jobfish increasingly tempered, was directly proportional to the detachment of the owner, who completely stopped near our table. Our last days in that place we went, embraced, that of course taking the comings and goings of that sort of master of ceremonies, who enjoyed a spectacular rise in their business without giving a fuck older clients. The straw that broke the camel came one evening in which we put forward two coca-colas, no ice or lemon used to, and did not even deign to bring us the miserable jobfish rancid dish that we had already used (a s tough, said there). Pilar and I exchanged a glance, as always, we take the coca-colas nearly a drink, pay and went, in search of new horizons in which they could pick from a more abundant.
As was our custom, never returned to the pub "yuppie", "Chupi" or whatever it was called that place.
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