Seriously salty fish.
I don’t have a whole lot to say about Cadiz other than man, is the fish salty. The town is nice, lots of shopping, beautiful walkway on the water, etc but all I will remember is the saltiness of the fish I tried at dinner. It was one of those ordering situations where you come away not entirely sure what you had actually ordered. I suspected I was getting the waiter’s recommendation, which would have been fine with me, except it was the.saltiest.thing.i.have.ever.eaten. And it was swimming in oil. I believe it was bacalao (salted cod), but seeing has I wasn’t even hundred percent sure I ordered a main dish, what do I know.
I managed two bites. Sean took pity on me and tried it. He managed two bites as well. One to try it, and the second because you think, surely, it could not possibly be that salty, can it? It is. I moved it around my plate to try to make it look like I ate it, on account of the recommendation and all, but the waiter was on to me. Our first miss in our Spanish dining. Oh well. Bound to happen at some point.
