i just had one of the best meals of my life at Fino Restaurant in London.
It’s Spanish/Tapas and everything was DIVINE.
A quick/drunk review
1. I showed up with no reservation at 5:30. The resto doesn’t open until 6, so I popped off across the street for a beer, which took about 30 minutes to drink because I’m slow at drinking beer.
2. I arrived for my dinner and was immediately seated at the bar.
3. Ordered a carafe of tempranillo (375ml). So good.
4. It’s a tapas resto, so I had
4a. Bread with olive oil (the olive oil has the lightest sprinkle of salt and I fucking devoured it)
4b. “Potato and chorizo chips,” which was a thinly sliced potato around a small roll of chorizo. There are 6 to an order, which totally hit the spot
4c. Razor clams. They were prepared with garlic and parsley. And of course, a healthy dose of olive oil. They were my least favorite thing I ordered, only because I wound up getting a couple of pieces of shell and grit in the clams. But they were prepared deliciously.
4d. Grilled quail. Just two thighs/drumsticks and breast/wings, with a light seasoning of a red chile and salt. I ate the fuck out of these.
4e. Fennel salad with radish and pomegranate seeds. My favorite part of the meal. I’m a sucker for a fennel salad and this did not dissappoint. It was dressed with olive oil and red wine vinegar, and I used some bread to mop up the dressing.
4f. Dessert. Chocolate “soup” with a canelle of vanilla ice cream and toasted pumpkin seeds. The “soup” had the flavor of chocolate ganache, but the consistency of chocolate syrup. I scraped the bowl, and only kept myself from licking it clean because of ‘decorum’ and ‘manners’ and IDK what else
4g. 1985 pim dx sherry. I’m a sucker for wines/spirits/anything from my birth year, so of course I had to order it. It was thick like syrup and tasted like candy. Soooo good.
So of course I’m a little swerved now. I’ll be drinking in my hotel room for the rest of the night. I got a bottle of wine in Bristol that I need to drink before I go back to the states.
For the record, I honestly don’t give a fuck how much cock you suck. Suck a thousand cocks. Suck a million cocks. There’s no such thing as a slut. That’s just a lie they told you born out of male anxiety. Anxiety about adultery and misattributed paternity.
Sex isn’t sinful either, though you can trace a lot of sexual repression and misogyny back to the Abrahamic religions. Before Emperor Constantine tried to replace the pagan religions with Christianity, they used to have sex in church. Sacred prostitution. Happened a lot in Mesopotamia, for example. And the Mesopotamians weren’t stupid either. They invented the fucking wheel.
It’s your body to do with as you please. If anyone tries to dictate a dick limit to you, they’re trying to take ownership of your body. And that’s slavery. If they call you a slut, that’s slavery. And I refuse it. Suck an infinite number of cocks for all I care. Just enjoy it.