We went to Mondragon this past weekend to arrange some wedding details. We didn’t actually accomplish anything, but we are slightly more informed about photographers and priests. On Sunday, we went to a bar that specializes in grilled mushrooms, or “champiñones” in Spanish.
At the bar, you order a few drinks and some orders of mushrooms (“champis”). The bartender shouts just the number (e.g. “cuatro!”) back towards the kitchen. The kitchen doesn’t need to know what you want four of, because it’s only preparing one item.
The previous times I’ve been to this bar, we’ve ordered one wine and one order (a piece of bread and a stack of ‘shrooms on a toothpick) of mushrooms per person. But this time, Grandpa Ramón felt like ordering 18 orders of mushrooms for the eight of us. I delightfully volunteered to be one of the people to eat three. They’re fantastic!