Do I Look American?

We usually go out to eat on Friday nights after Laura's language class. We were both pretty tired and not up for decision making, so we walked out onto our main street and picked the first place with an open table (literally right at the corner of our building). It's called El Patio San Eloy. We sat there for a while looking at the menu and decided on a few tapas. When the waiter came, we asked for the tapas and he claimed that they didn't offer them at this time and pointed us to another menu with only full entrees. Our Spanish isn't perfect, so we deferred and ordered a significantly more expensive meal that was also more than we were really looking to eat. It was ok, but not great.

In retrospect, it seems like others were ordering and getting the tapas that we were denied. Maybe we were tired and grumpy, but it seems like maybe they ID'd us as foreigners and upsold us. We should have just up and gone to the next place down the street and gotten tapas (tapas places line the street), but for whatever reason we stayed. Live and learn.

Here's us picking our "unavailable tapas":

 They did get the beer "right" because they brought us an extra beer that we soon realized was for the next table over. They didn't charge us for the error:

We didn't leave a tip:

The building across the street is pretty to look at. Also, the street was pretty busy. The camera makes this look lighter than it really is. At this point it's around 10pm and the sun is well down:

Finally, the singing busker that we hear from our apartment almost every night, made an appearance. Definitely not our style, haha:

Pretty quiet day today. Another good math day. It's warming up again, but I think the worst of the heat is behind us.