Fábula
The story begins when modern man and modern woman decide it would be a spiffy idea to spice up their blog and do burger dinner instead of a burger lunch. Modern man then, since he is busy and shy (Ed.:mostly busy), proposes modern woman call and make a reservation. Modern woman, since she isn’t as busy, due to taking care of house, herb garden and kids, makes said reservation. Until here all goes well with the fairytale.
The reservation is set for 21:30. We know modern women, they might be super emancipated and whatnot, but when it comes to dinners, they always take a wee bit more than planned.So modern woman was (as usually) running late. And perhaps, in all the stress generated by having to chose the right dress and the shoes and the make up might have forgotten a small unimportant detail: the address of the restaurant. The thing is, she was counting on the modern man — and we are talking about the nerdy modern man, who’s second best friend right after modern woman is the computer (Ed.: may be the other way round) — to look it up. So on top of coming late, she also didn’t know where to go.
Thanks to modern technologies, modern man and modern woman arrived to their restaurant only 15 minutes late but since it’s august and monday, no restaurant is really full.
Thus the beginning of the modern story.
We already visited Fabula some months ago, but since we were both pretty swamped and it was right before the vacation season, we decided to revisit this one and do a fancy dress dinner. Fabula in barrio Salamanca was closed, so I reserved the one in the very posh Club Deportivo Canal Isabel II. It has a fantastic view on the golf venue, candle light, it smells of freshly cut grass and on that particular night it had the two of us out of our usual casual clothes and in our fancy outfits.
We started by ordering red wine and appetizers. Hermann took the gazpacho and I went for the fried brie and goat cheese with salad. Both tasted delicious and mine was so filling I had trouble to finish my burger afterwards. The choice was simple, yet with touch of creativity: four size categories (S, M, L, XL) depending on the weight of meat and then a choice of 5 different Bueyguers — a slightly cheesyportmanteau of the word buey, spanish for ox, and burger — from the classic cheese and bacon to the more avant-garde recipes appropriate of a place like this.
We both went for an L, in my case the Made in Japan with bamboo sprouts, tofu and wasabi and Hermzz picked the éxtasis Dorado (golden extasis) with tomato, caramelized onion, green pepper mustard, bacon, lettuce, fried egg, black truffle oil, and “melted with a blow torch on the spot” goat cheese.
Maybe after eating so many hamburgers and being pretentious about it by starting a blog we became really picky in what we eat, but let me tell you the difference between medium and well done. Well done hamburger is the one that falls apart when you try cutting it, it lacks cohesion because it’s dry. Mine, according to this simple rule, was well done even though I ordered medium. Hermzz ordered rare and his was definitely closer to medium well.
Apart from this there was very little to fuss about the food. The combination of tastes was fantastic (note to myself, wasabi is not to be consumed in the same amounts as mustard!), the size huge and all the ambiance very inviting. The waiters did a professional job to be there when needed and refill our wine glasses when empty.
All this for two people, including two glasses of wine and appetizers was €30 per person. Modern man and modern woman then took off with full bellies to their respective homes. Modern woman winning an unimportant yet significant bet. Again. (Ed.: who writes meeting times half in spelt outnumbers and half in written numbers, ie: let’s meet at nine 25? Modern man is a busy man and has no time to carefully read all emails he gets)
