Anita and I have had our fill of strange food fare on our travels, so it was interesting to finally have something exotic that we haven't tried before, within our very own city. We hit up
Ox and Angela yesterday afternoon for a quick meal, and the menu offerings were an extensive and eclectic mix of Spanish tapas. The place was packed full with reservations, so we were ushered to the bar to eat, where we had a great view of the bartenders mixing a variety of very interesting looking cocktails (I would probably return for those alone). The food was decent, and the highlight piece of 'ooh how interesting' were the grilled sardines. Those in and of themselves, were good, but the surprise was that post consumption, they took away the bones and crispy deep fried them, representing them to us on a butcher block with a paprika aioli. Very TASTY!
The presentation of these fried fish bones reminded me a little of my
'Dead Bird Diaries' series of photos.
Afterwards, we went to see The Place Beyond the Pines (Ryan Gosling!!!), which was some heavy heavy subject matter. But that's beside the point - what I really wanted to talk about was the dude beside us who was eating THE. STINKIEST. PIZZA. EVER. It smelled like an unwashed dog and a bag of vomit blended into one, topped with a pile of sweaty socks. Seriously, that lethal cocktail of aromas should have been enough to knock out even the most hardy Spartan. I have no idea how he managed to chow down on it like it was actually
food. And I thought I had an iron stomach...
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