Last week was a serving of a porterhouse steak with mashed potatoes - a meal likely to end with a gluttonous belch, a rubbing of the belly, and a desire to not see food again for a minimum of 12 hours.
Tonight was served tapas style. There was nothing served in a large enough portion to command your attention; rather the variety of each dish deserved to be contemplated in isolation as well as in complement to the meal.
