En Esta Tarde Gris

I continue my search for interesting places to eat in Granollers. Recently we went to try out a place called Al Andaluz which I thought might have vegetarian tapas. What I failed to notice was that it was the new incarnation of a restaurant I saw last year called Troilo.

I never actually ate in Troilo but cycled past regularly on my way home from giving an acupuncture treatment.  I knew it was run by Argentineans and thought it would be a good place to advertise tango. However, it was always closed at that time and I never got round to going back.  Recently I started cycling to my Catala class – travelling in totally the opposite direction and because I am still getting to know the streets here I failed to register that it was the same road and one and the same place. I only mention this in passing to see if anyone else has had this experience? It’s as if two parts of your brain don’t communicate with each other and live separate lives until one day….something clicks into place and you feel a bit stupid!

Anyway, we went for lunch. We had some things a little different from usual – those crispy things on the left –  but in general it was the same old stuff like pimientos de padron, tuna, salad, patatas bravas

The nice thing was that the walls were still covered in photos of Troilo and the owner and his wife said they might be interested in coming along to a tango practice if we organise one

I like this video of a couple dancing to a Troilo song

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One thought on “En Esta Tarde Gris

  1. Love the video, btw.

    And yes! I recognise the feeling of getting to know a new city (Rotterdam) and not really knowing where things are situated or how you get from one place to another. Made particularly difficult in the beginning because I was often travelling on the back of a bicycle (very Dutch!) and so didn’t see the entire route. Eventually, things began to fall into place. It’s like joining the dots.
    I’m having the same experience with Amsterdam now, I’m getting to know it better. At the weekend I had a penny-dropping moment – aha, the Rijksmuseum is behind that street!
    In my experience, the best way is to get lost as often as possible, whether you’re walking, cycling, driving or in the bus or tram.

    Have been catching up with your blog, been so busy with work so haven’t left any comments lately. x

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