We took Jon to La Vaca ('The Cow'), a cracking parilla a short walk from our flat for his last night. Arriving slightly late to this crowded local favourite, we were relieved Katie had made a reservation.
A moment of alarm followed, however, when they appeared unable to find our reservation, for three, at 9pm, nombre de 'Katie' (sounding like 'Catty', in the local accent).
Eventually the eyes of the maitre d' (well, more or less) fell on what must be us.
"Ah, si, a las nueve, tres personas... Nombre de 'Fatty', no?"
I mean, I know they are body conscious in this country, but is that any way to treat a lady who gave birth only a few weeks ago?
In protest I, of course, turned on my heal and walked out... three hours later, after a monster steak.
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