Viva Galiza!

So what do you do when you're a newly validated Sailor hangin' around La Coruna in Spain? ("S" for the real, blue water kind, you got that right?)

You go in town to a Taberna (a real one, hence the capital "T"). A shabby place full of noise and people. They are friendly and speak a weird language that you thought you spoke at some point but may be it's not Castellano after all.

The owner serves local food. The kind you're not sure what's in you plate, maybe it was swimming at some point but maybe it was meowing (too). And the guy next to you who seems to be even more of a Sailor than you, clearly enjoys what he's eating. So... Let's order it.

First problem, the friendly waiter starts telling you that may be it's a bit too much and so he's gonna give you a half order of It (you get the capital stuff right ?). So may be you don't look so much as a Sailor, or may be your "baby" character is showing up still... Who knows, you don't speak the language anyway. Then comes the Thing: Bacalao a la Gallega. Butter, that you can identify. The rest is a nice blur of green (peas?), yellow (potatoes?) and white (fish?) and red (??). And it is indeed quite good (you eventually understand the half serving when you've eaten half the Stuff). And now believe me: you're a Sailor.

NoLa recommends:

La Taberna del Arriero

Troncoso 19, La Coruna, Spain