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My most memorable tapas experience was at Lucques in West Los Angeles, California.

With my sister at a restraunt in a neighboring suburb. The waiter was wearing a wedding ring, overweight, bald, and missing teeth, but insisted on flirting relentlessly with us anyway. He actually said "I love to tapas". It was totally inappropriate but hysterical.

I've never had a tapas experience but I'd like to!

I've never really been to a tapas restaurant, but I'd still love to learn more!

I honestly have never had a tapa experience, but i would love to!

Goat cheese wrapped in walnuts and panfried.

A delicious night out with tapas and drinks for my graduation party!

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I have never ever had one. I love to cook and would love to give this book a good going over.

Going to a tapas bar in Barcelona with my dad and getting to drink a beer with him for the first time, it was such a fun grown up feeling. I remember eating tons of grilled octopus (like 3 plates of them)

It would either have to be the time I had lentejas trufadas (with a gorgeous poached egg on top) at Boqueria, or the first time the guy I was dating made me the most perfect patatas bravas. Both moments have made me into a tapas fiend.

My most memorable tapas experience was when I said I would make 24 tapas in one evening, by myself. Not all of them were traditional tapas but there were a lot of tapas inspired tapas flying around.

See for yourself:

http://ericriveracooks.com/2009/04/26/24-24-24-24-tapas/

Eric

I got back from my first trip to Spain five days ago! My friend and I ate our way across Madrid and Barcelona - Jamon, manchego, croquetas, gazpacho, dios mio! - but my favorite tapas experience by far was on our last day in Barcelona, in the Boqueria. We somehow managed to get five seats at the bustling Pinotxo stall in the market, and we were even luckier to be served by a man who clearly knows his tapas and seemed happy as a clam to shove plates of food in front of our eager and hungry faces. We started with a plate of garbanzo beans and what must have been anchovy paste, and moved on to pulpitas with white beans, spinach croquetas and carne, and ended with the two most delicious pastries I've ever tasted in my life. We washed it all down with cava, cafe con leche, and laughter courtesy of our Pinotxo barista. If I'm lucky enough to get back to Barcelona, this will be my first stop. I'll come hungry.