Yet, when I finally explored Granada, a barman would sling out a Tortilla del Sacramonte alongside my drink (alcoholic or non-alcoholic, and often the same price thanks to that grown up attitude the Spanish have towards booze). And I had the pleasure of knowing it wouldn’t be added to any bill, whether I stayed for one or a dozen.
And if, like me, you do carry on (and on), the food will keep piling up next to you. It’s tapas – but not in the terrible, overpaying-for-tiny-plates-of-greasy-muck way you get in British ‘tapas’ establishments. This is the real deal.
So here’s my experience with tapas in Granada – and how it served as an intriguing and delicious intro to tapas culture in general…