The Real Star of the Bullring

People think that living on the coast is like being on a 24/ vacation. You get the sun, sand, sizzling señores Españoles and of course, the fantastic Spanish food. However, if you are a corporate whore like myself who wakes up at 7:30 every effing day to work, sometimes you need a REAL break from the tourist-infested coast and find refuge in the mountains or somewhere else where you can find momentary solitude and peace. Somewhere where you couldn´t hear any passing cars at night because they still use ponies / burros for transport.

Exhausted from a horrible workweek full of rain, I packed my bag last Sunday and went to Antequera, a town which is about an hour an a half away from Malaga and considered to be one of the oldest of the Andalucian towns.

Going there is like being transported into a different country altogether. The scenery is spectacular! Green mountains, endless fields of olive trees and and dramatic rock formations delight every traveller even the most impatient of all--me.

Entering the town itself is horrendous though. You will be welcomed by the Poligono Industrial (Industrial Estate) most of which are just massive buildings and factories including the biggest MERCADONA Supermarket I´ve ever seen in my entire life (we hinted it could be the distribution dispatch).

Anyway, all was worth it when we finally reached the goal of our journey---the Antequera Bullring and fabulous restaurant inside it! Now, I am not gonna talk about the bullring and bullfighting here. I´ve seen an actual Corrido de Toro (bullfight) in 2005 in Torremolinos and I got so bored after three toro murderings, I decided to walk out but that's a different story altogether that you would read here soon.

Now let´s talk about something which the animal activitists would not be mad about. let´s talk about my orgasmic lunch in the bullring restaurant.

The bullring restaurant is prehistoric. I am not saying that literally but yes, it has been around for the longest time which is good because their menu has been tested by time and proved to be a winner not only to the opulent Españoles and celebrities who come here but also with the bullfighters themselves. You won´t easily find it though if you don´t know that it exist as it is hidden inside the grand bullring.

For starters, I ordered their special Sopa de Mariscos which was huge and a full meal itself, if you would ask me. The thick caldo of shrimp, merluza, mussel, and what have you was a real treat after the long drive while my companion had a paté starter with pineapple.

Next I had Merluza (i don´t know what you call it in English but it´s more or less like codfish, really) shellfish, red pepper in thick buttersauce with empanada de langostino while my friend opted for traditional medium rare steak since he cannot eat seafood due to allergy.

I tell you, it´s the best thing I had in Spain aside of course from the brocheta de gambas con miel in La Bodega Guerola in Torremolinos. We dined for what seemed like a two hours and enjoyed ourselves with a bottle of red wine before finally deciding to take a quick drive around town.

The town was almost sleeping since it was already siesta time on a Sunday. Fresh wind blows from the mountains and I felt like being in a fairy tale land with the castles and century old buildings you couldn´t fail to wonder at. These times, I am glad to be in Viva España.

I was happy to get away even for a day. Life is full of bull but sometimes, it just tastes exquisite.