I and my boyfriend Hayato, we are in a very difficult moment about our life. Leaving London for good, or moving to a country side.
We had a perfect excuse to go out in such a day, we ran in the morning, ate, slept, and waited. So a little treat to our patient days.
Sherry bar Little Petito. What a lovely corner in a stoned square, we found this little tiny spanish sherry cave, marked with barrows and dim candle to lit our decent appetite.
As a typical Andalusian looking pretty staff tried us with a glass of mid-range (not too sweet, not too dry) sherry, we took "Apostoles, Goruzalez Byass".
It was incredible aroma coming through, tanggy hazel nutty smoky favour left on my tongue. we also ordered a cow cheese with fig compote to go with.
It all harmonized on my mouth, created such a quality night.
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