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| BAR ENTRANCE STREETSIDE. |
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| PARK ENTRANCE WITH LARGE EL JAZZY TERRACE AT LEFT. |
Being away from the beach, El Jazzy Bar is a peaceful place for morning coffee or afternoon lunch or drinks. The chef, Tess, is half-English and half-Spanish and equally charming in both languages. We don't know all the staff but everyone has always been welcoming (and kind of cool). Today, we met Raquel, who happens to be from Sevilla. She's been living here just slightly longer than we have. She agrees with us that, although she misses the city, you can't beat the quality of life in Los Boliches (Fuengirola, Málaga).
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| REFLECTING... |
As you probably know, San Geraldo and I always have, if not fascinating, at least entertaining conversations. Yesterday morning at El Jazzy was one of those highly intellectual exchanges. And last night San Geraldo brought up the subject again.
He began, "Remember what we were talking about at El Jizzy this morning?"
I never did remember.
(And if you don't know what "jizzy" means, all I'll tell you is it's NOT a genre of music.)
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| CHEF TESS TAKING A BREAK FROM COOKING TO SERVE UP OUR GOURMET COFFEES. |
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| CHEF TESS. |
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| PART OF THE TERRACE WITH EL JAZZY BAR RIGHT AND ROMAN RUINS LEFT (AND SAN GERALDO UNDER THE UMBRELLA). |
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| THE PARK WITH MORE TERRACE AT RIGHT (AND SAN GERALDO PARTIALLY HIDDEN). |
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| THE LOCAL TRAIN RUNS SO QUIETLY, THREE WENT BY (2O MINUTES APART) BEFORE I CAUGHT A SHOT. |
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| TRADITIONAL SPANISH TORTILLA (A LA TESS). WE HAVE TO GO BACK FOR LUNCH. |
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| TESS STOPPED BY ON HER MORNING OFF... JUST TO OPEN OUR UMBRELLA (WELL, I GUESS I SHOULD DREAM ON). |
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| RAQUEL. |
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| THIS MORNING'S PICTURE-PERFECT COFFEE A LA RAQUEL. |
This was what was playing Tuesday morning at El Jazzy.
I remember ordering a tortilla in Spain. I asked the waiter how many tortillas came per serving and he said only one. I was disappointed until he brought us our tortilla. It was yummy, huge, and didn't look like a Mexican tortilla at all. A pleasantly delicious surprise.
ReplyDeleteStephen:
DeleteIn our studies before moving to Spain, we learned about Spanish tortillas. Even more confusing, the traditional potato tortilla is pretty much as pictured above (although not always as beautiful), but there are other tortillas listed quite often on menus that look nothing like that. They're more like what many Americans would call a scramble (well, except better).
A picture tells a thousand words.
ReplyDeleteAndrew:
DeleteWhich means I've got about 12,000 words in pictures here. Maybe I should have cut back on the prose!
Spectacular views from 'El Jazzy'!
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of 'changing it up' a bit and spreading yourselves around....so to speak!! (now I think SG would have a field day with this terminology!!lol)
Jim:
DeleteOh, there's no telling what he's going to do with this!
I miss this place, and you got really clear pics! Loving them.
ReplyDeleteAndy:
DeleteI'm sure the place misses you, too!
Every time I read your blog I want to come back to Spain... Bill's been looking for a house sitting job... no luck so far. Damn! I'd love to sit in one of those bars and enjoy one of those coffees... or anything! Dream On.... yep!, that's me.
ReplyDeleteSharon:
DeleteI hadn't even thought of house-sitting here. What a great idea. I'll stay on the lookout.
What beautiful photos, Mitchell! Seeing them large-sized was a real treat. I'm so happy for you two to be able to enjoy places like this. :)
ReplyDeleteJudy:
DeleteWe spend so much time along the beach, it's nice to move inland (just a bit) for a change. And the setting is beautiful and so peaceful.
What a pretty setting, no wonder you keep going back. I love eating breakfast out.
ReplyDeleteCheapchick:
DeleteWe have coffee out every morning. If I roll out of bed too late, I have breakfast out, too. But I try to not do that too often. I eat much healthier at home!
I had my first Spanish potato tortilla in the monastery near Little Rock when I was a novice. Thought I had died and gone to heaven! It seemed so simple but tasted so good. The priest who cooked it made an enormous one in a huge skillet and managed to turn it onto the serving platter in perfect shape. He had a tomato-based sauce, made with fresh tomatoes from our farm and spiced just right. It served a dozen of us.
ReplyDeleteMichael:
DeleteWell, from the looks of it, I think you'd love the tortilla that Tess makes. I'm looking forward to trying it (followed by another 5-mile walk)!
El Jizzy sounds like a place when one WOULDN'T want the coffee.
ReplyDeleteBob:
DeleteLet's just hope the name doesn't now stick (no pun intended).
My laughter is now fizzy,
ReplyDeleteThanks to 'El Jizzy'!
Jacqueline:
DeleteI really am worried that "Jizzy" is how the name will be said from now on.
El Jizzy ~~ I burst out laughing and Jim said "Shhh, I'm trying to type" ~~ Sheeeh, can't a fellow have a spur of the moment laugh?!, as I kept laughing.
ReplyDeleteThose cafes and coffees do appear to be so peaceful and inviting. I just bet you'll find more. Hey, blog ideas!!
Ron
Ron:
DeleteSo, Jim needs silence to TYPE? Talk about high maintenance! (I know the truth.)
And now, I have to hesitate before saying the name of the place because "El Jizzy" is first on my lips... so to speak.
now that's a tortilla! Can you go into the ruins?
ReplyDeleteThere are paved walkways surrounding the dig, but you can't walk into it.
Deletegood for you! "do something new and adventuresome" every day - not the same routine. This is especially so as we get older and want to have rigid things just so.
ReplyDeleteBy the way have you ever heard the Boswell Sisters? I like them much more than the Andrews.
Spo:
DeleteI'm familiar with the Boswell Sisters but have to give them a better look now. They were so much earlier than the Andrews Sisters, it should be interesting. Thanks.