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Monday, May 28, 2018

Extended stay - pick one place

Tapas Bar a block from our hotel in Barcelona

Street sign near a Savory Pastry Restaurant near our B&B in London

     One of the great things about traveling is meeting new people and trying new food. But, when we are having an extended stay, we tend to choose one place as our go-to place if it is good. Usually it is a pub or bar that serves food. There are benefits to doing this.
     One benefit is that you get to know the menu. Still another is that you likely get the same waiter and can build relationship - no matter how shallow. In Dublin here is something to be said for traveling around as we stayed near Temple Bar and there are many things to try. In London we found a great place serving pies (savory) and we wanted to try several. It is on Rathbone Street above a bar near the British Museum.
      In La Villa in the Italian Alps we found a place that was predictable and after our first visit were  assigned to a waitress that spoke English.
     Then there was the very attractive young waitress at a cafe in Rome. The first time we went we took an interest in her and her schooling. (Tipped her too, which is unnecessary in Rome.) Next time back we were coming in with a group and the woman came up and hugged me. (I let on to the folks that this happens all the time... young woman walk up and hug me for no reason.)
      When returning to a pub we had visited several times before taking a train from London to Scotland and back for a couple weeks, the female barkeep called out, "So where you been?" 

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