Ladies and gentleman, let’s get ready to RUUUUUUUMMMMMBLLLEEEEEE! In this corner, weighing in a few pounds heavier than he did a week ago, Chad Katoff. In the opposing corner, a new personal record for caloric intake in one day. Ding, ding, ding.
Today being our last day as a foursome, we made big plans. Or should I say Alan and Michelle made some big plans, and I went along for the ride of a lifetime. For breakfast, we simply repeated the visit to Don Serapio and then back to the park sans old man staring us down. We did see him though.
The vintage funicular takes you to a dated, extraordinarily kitschy amusement park. Like a Basque version of Nunley’s. I would’ve passed on the park, but had a ton of fun once we were up there. We rode a log flume, did a strong-man hammer swing and even competed in a ball-rolling carnival game. I won, naturally and delivered a prize to my princess. The highlight was the roller coaster which had no restraints whatsoever and at one point had a pretty decent drop. Jamie screamed like a little girl and dug her fingers into my arm. Fun.
The views from the top of the park were incredible
Lunch time you say? Well, I just want something small, I need to save room for dinner, no, well, hmmm, this place sure is nice. Fine, let’s do it.
Alan found Rekondo in Wine Spectator magazine as this family establishment had recently been awarded 2011 wine collection of the year. With 100,000 bottles on the list and another 50,000 still maturing in the cellar, you could call that a pretty serious collection. The old man who founded this establishment in his home was on site, drinking with friends and supervising the grilling. Alan met the sommelier and arranged a private tour of the cellar. Although, I’m not a wine enthusiast I can appreciate someone having the greatest collection of anything in the world. We saw entire ‘verticals’ where they had a bottle from each year of big names like La Feete Mouton and Rothschild and more. I even saw a bottle of wine from the 1850’s.
The best part for wine enthusiasts, is that they sell incredible vintages of Spanish wines at very reasonable prices. Alan, Michelle and Jamie ordered a bottle of Marques de Murietta 1970 for 50 Euros that would normally go for 200+. But wait, the wine is just the half of it…they also have a very serious kitchen. Going light, we passed on appetizers, but were pleasantly surprised by an amuse bouche of mashed potatoes croquettes. Jamie had spider crab, a local favorite, Michelle prawns and Alan and I split an order of Squid ‘en su tinta’ [in it’s ink]. Everything was fantastic. The article in wine spectator mentioned their famous grilled meats, so we put in an order for a ribeye.
Now folks, I’ve eaten a lot of steaks. I’ve been to some of the best steakhouses in the US, but the dry aged beef here in Spain is a force to be reckoned with. First off, the whole roast was just sitting on the counter ,resting and aging at room temp like an iberian ham. I watched the chef butcher our cut and checked in on his grilling. The meat was cut thick and that outer layer that defines a ribeye was almost yellow from aging. Seasoning? Yeah, maybe some rock salt, but otherwise you don’t mess around with this sort of grass fed glory. Medium rare, make a few slices and just put it on the table. No garnish. The ladies loved it too, then Alan and i chewed every last piece of the bone. This may go down as the best steak I’ve ever had.
it was almost 5 by the time we got home which left room for a good siesta before the main event, which I’ll detail in the next post…