December 6 and December 8 are national holidays in Spain, and so since the 8th was a Thursday and I don't go to school Fridays, with some friends I decided to make a puente/pont out of it! The goal was skiing in Andorra, but skiing didn't happen, unfortunately -- not for lack of wanting to, certainly, but due to other variables.
The good news is that I got to go to a lovely microstate, I learned the medical history of a Moroccan taxi driver and his bowel troubles that were cured by the geothermal waters, and then got to relax in said waters. With my friends I also went on the world's longest alpine roller coaster and on an 8km downhill walk on a gorgeous day. Most importantly though, we discovered Bar Turistic, which became a daily goal for the 3 days we were there.
When we arrived Wednesday 7 December around 11:30PM, after getting checked in to dour hotel and everything, we really needed to eat, because I was the only one who had brought something for the 3 hour bus ride from Barcelona (I had stuffed pizza a taglio from Pizza Gege, yes!). However, food at midnight in Andorra is harder to come by than one would expect, since it seems people don't sleep much in this part of the world, and if they do, it's got to be Chuck Norris style or something -- haven't figured that out yet. Anyway, after asking the locals for suggestions, we were heading to another place when we happened upon Bar Turistic.
Sometimes you find somewhere to eat that's just so good that you can't help yourself. This ended up being that place for us on this trip. Homemade, straightforward food that 4 people could eat + drink generously for under €10 a head. And because it's Andorra, also breathe in secondhand smoke and watch locals play darts.
So a first night surprise, and I don't even remember how this came up, except that I think the proprietor just brought them to our table and immediately, it was a throwback to childhood -- madeleines of sorts -- lupini beans (Catalan: tramussos)!
|Lupini beans, one of the tastes of my childhood|
Saturday night, the 10th, was the football match to watch, the Clásico, Barça v. Madrid. So of course, above the bar, there was a betting pool:
|This chart grew over the next few days, but Santi M. and Tomas were already to be winners.|
The next day was spent in the mountains of south west Andorra, and after an 8km walk downhill, not only were we feeling it in our hips, we were also feeling it in our stomachs. While not eaten at Bar Turistic, this botifarra was magnificent: fresh sausage, white beans with some rosemary:
|Botifarra at a locally-recommended place underneath the Andorran Ministry of Justice.|
But that was just a snack, because there were already more things we wanted to try at Bar Turistic! First off, the home made croquettes, a specialty of the house:
|Chicken croquettes, also involving potatoes and maybe some cheese.|
|Pintxo is a Basque word meaning "spike" and this meat was prepared and cooked on a skewer.|
Then something funny happened. One of the food staples here in Mallorca is pa amb oli, bread with oil, but also involving tomatoes, called pan amb tomàquet in Catalunya. First off, saying it in Mallorquìn was apparently kind of funny to the Andorran Catalan ear, and then, I made the comment, when it was suggested that we have some, that "we eat that all the time." This was interpreted as, "give us your best shot," at which point the proprietor was like, "well, how about tongue" and of course, we could not decline.
This is now the second time in my life where tongue was presented as a challenge food. The first time was over a decade ago in Poland, when our tour guide complained that we were being served too much sausage, and they were like, "hahaha we'll show you, here's some tongue in green aspic!" I liked this dish, as the texture of the tongue was not completely offensive, and the sauce it was cooked in was delightful, along with some sauteed onions. However, I would probably not order and eat a whole portion myself.
The next, and last night, we had more croquettes, because they really were quite good, and some of this cod salad -- I wasn't expecting it to be cold, or a salad -- but it was really very refreshing, perfectly acidic, and just the right amount of salty, the way good cod should be.
I'm not sure if all of this is particularly "typical" Andorran food -- most of the "Made in Andorra" food there seemed to be cow- and cheese-centered -- but this is typical tapas, and the elements that needed to be present for it to be successful were there: homemade and good company with whom to share it.