Wyatt picked a bar called La Abuela for our Mommy Date. It was your typical squeeze in at the bar and eat standing up kind of Spanish place. The difference was that the people on either side actually made room for us, and when a table came open, the host shooed off a new arrival so that we could sit there. Usually everyone including the waiters ignores you completely. Remind me after we leave and I start thinking, "I sure wish we had gone out more." The food was typical: little fried peppers, potato salad with garlic mayonnaise, shrimp fried in a heap of garlic and served in a little sizzling hot ceramic bowl and slabs of fresh bread. It was all freshly done in the tiny kitchen off the bar and Wyatt said the impossible, which is that he ate too much garlic.
We walked back through the Plaza Mayor and went through the famous Mercado San Miguel. It really is a market with meat and fruits and vegetables, but it also has little carts where you can buy tapas and drinks. At the bakery, Wyatt had a good time with this old cash register. He asked me what it was. You push in the buttons to do the calculations and then crank the handle and all the buttons pop back up. We came away from there with a merengue swirl in a cupcake liner. Wyatt thought there would be a cupcake and I have to say lemon merengue pie without the lemon or pie is just too much merengue, no matter how perfect and creamy it is. It was perfect and creamy. Don't hate me.
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