Spent the day around the camp, catching up with internet stuff, including skyping home. It was also Sunday roast day! We went up to the restaurant full of excitement (daft I know!) and explained to the waitress we had a reservation. Waitress: “For Sunday lunch”? Me: “Si, well the Sunday roast” (notice my near fluent Spanish……luckily she spoke fluent English!) waitress: ”You book this with me”? “No the other waitress, the other day” Waitress “For Sunday roast”? All three of us in unison “Yes” confused look on waitress’ face!
She showed us to our table and then explained that the other waitress hadn’t passed the message on and that you had to book the roast dinners! As the other table of brits had, but we would have to have the Spanish style lunch. Major disappointment all round, but we tried to put a brave face on it. Sarah and I had salad starters and Lynn thought she had ordered asparagus but in fact it turned out to be spaghetti! This gave us a laugh! For main Sarah and I had ordered chicken and Lynn the pork, we wondered what we would get?
When they arrived the chef had done their best to recreate an English roast dinner. Lynn had two thick slices of roast pork, with gravy and Sarah and I had half a small chicken each with homemade stuffing! We all had Yorkshire puds and veg. the only thing missing was the roast potatoes which were replaced by chips, a small price to pay. We had cheesecake and tiramisu for desert all washed down with a local wine. We left feeling very full and the roast dinner craving mostly satisfied.
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