Today we decided to take a little bit of a lunch break outside the house and go grab some Chinese food. This meant jumping in the car, driving from our village down the mountain and towards the sea; walking the loop around the ritzy harbor of Portals Nous; and claiming a table at Victory Chinese – a red lanterned restaurant with expansive outdoor seating nestled in amongst a slurry of Italian restaurants. Our waiter spoke English, Spanish, German and Chinese. In my best Chinese, I ordered our dishes – to which he responded in Chinese – to which somehow I responded back in confused Spanish. We finally settled on all future transactions in English.
After a longer wait than characteristic of a Chinese restaurant, our food arrived – scrumptiously fluffy steamed buns with pork, decent shu mai, and some crispy peking duck with all the proper garnishings to boot. The Chinese food was good. A far cry from California’s offerings (lucky duck, Sandra!) but as close to authentic as one could probably hope for on a small Spanish island. However, for an after lunch coffee – we abandoned China and delved back into Spain.
Sliding into a table at Cappucino Cafe, just a short stroll from where we were, my husband ordered a cortado – an espresso with just a dollop of milk. I was a bit greedier and got a creamy, full sized cafe con leche. Cappucino always manages the prettiest looking swirlies in its coffee drinks. The two cups sitting next to each other evoked an additional cutesy sigh.