Continuing with the food theme

...salads here suck. It's sort of a stupid complaint, since one of the things I like about estado-Spanish food is that they mostly don't fuck around with vegetables. But every once in a while I think about how much cured meat and cheese and pan con tomate and tortilla I eat here, and I'll decide that maybe one salad will balance out all that fat and starch and lack of vitamins. And then the salad comes and it's a plate of wilty lettuce and some sad tomatoes and maybe some olives if you're lucky, and I kick myself a little for not having ordered any other first course. If you're thinking that I shouldn't be complaining about the tomatoes in February, trust me: If the tomatoes are in an ensalada mixta, they're not much better in June. And I'm barely even complaining, really, even though I know it sounds like I am. In the land of jamon and pan con tomate, I mostly don't care that the salads suck. I just have to remember to stop ordering them.