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I'm feeling out of sorts... What exactly is tapas?

I found this wonderful tapas restaurant when I visited San francisco. garrettsambo@aol.com

While on vacation eating these fabulous chorizo tapas.

I do not have a favorite Tapas experience... yet.

Sadly, my best tapas experience was from the view of my couch into the TV and the Travel Channel. Seems like it was Samantha Brown tasting the fares in Spain. Since then, I have so wanted to do the same. Some day...

My only authentic tapas experience in Spain was in high school - my h.s. Spanish class went to Andalucia region for a week. All the restaurants and foodstuff was arranged by our teachers, so I can't comment on what exactly we ate and where we ate it...but my oh my was it delicious! I had never had food like that before the trip.

Maria and I went to this wondeful tapas restaurant in Chicago!

I wandered into a laundromat in Figures, Spain with a backpack full of dirty clothes, noticed a small bar in back and proceeded to do laundry, drink wine and eat snacks with a few locals at noon on a weekday many years ago.

I really don't have any either :(

kngmckellar@hotmail.com

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.