|And of course had to end the meal with the chocolate calliente I noticed on the|
menu. One problem however: I asked for a small portion. Little. Petite. And
before I knew it the server had dished me the biggest portion of churros I had
seen thus far. I started laughing. [Side note: my Spanish at this point was very
minimal.] I finally was able to effectively communicate to the man that although
this was one of my favorite desserts, he had give me way too much. Humored and
carefree, he leaned toward me, looked at my plate, and grabbed some churros for
himself. I loved it. We chatted about whatever my lexicon of Spanish allowed.
The employees there were hilarious and upbeat. Glad to have gone in.
[Make this at home.]