Calle de Cuchileros, 17
Madrid turned out to be the best place for experiencing Spanish food. This is hardly surprising as it's the capital of Spain, and so it's naturally to be the food capital of Spain as well. In the last few days, we had tried the best paella we have ever eaten in La Mi Venta thus far, as well as sampled the national dessert of churros in one of the oldest churreria Artesanos that established in 1902. That's more than 104 years old.
So relatively old folk like me would love to try out restaurant that are even older than Artesanos 1902. Well, 177 years older, to be exact. Speaking of old, i'm being told that i'm now a spring chicken. It seems we're all getting younger. As they say the new x is the old x+10 years old (so if you're 40, you're now the new 30. But in 10 years time, the old x+15 is the new x, etc. We're ageing slower every decade, and may never die, thanks to Zeno Paradox).
|Zeno of Elea. Greek philosopher. Born in 930 B.C.|
This old guy is old. He's much older than Botín restaurant.
Anyway, back to the Early Enlightenment Spain from ancient Greece. According to the Guinness Book of Records, Sobrino de Botín is the oldest restaurant in the world and was founded in 1725. Ok, ok, restaurant history buff would jump at my throat (thus preventing me from swallowing any food) and say, "This isn't the oldest restaurant in the world. The oldest restaurant in the world is Ma Yu Ching's Bucket Chicken House t(马豫兴桶子鸡) that was opened during the Jin Dynasty in China in 1153."
Hey, don't shoot the messenger or strangle him.
|The restaurant's menu cover.|
Is there a better plug for a restaurant?
Alright, if you let go of my throat, i can then tell you that Botín restaurant is the oldest continuing operating restaurant. The Bucket Chicken House is no longer there. The site is probably occupied by an apartment block, a mahjong club or blind man massage clinic today. Of course, Botín is probably not even the oldest restaurant in Europe. But it's the oldest one that you can make a table reservation today. No need to install a flux capacitor into your DeLorean (if you own one. I think Tesla is a better choice) to travel back in time in order to order a Bucket Chicken a-la-carte for this supposedly spring chicken (That's Bucket Chicken, not Chicken Bucket, which you can get from KFC's drive-in from your DeLorean or Tesla).
|It's located close to one of the entrance to Plaza Mayor|
It's said that this is one of the fave restaurant for Ernest Hemingway , which i don't doubt as he was something of a foodie like myself. King Juan Carlos I also liked to dine here with his band of bodyguards. But most interestingly of all is that the greatest Spanish artist - to me anyway - Francisco de Goya worked here as a dish washer (just like me. Except that i washed dishes in a Burmese restaurant in Sydney. It was established in 1988 and no longer exists by 2002). Yes, you need to have a morbid taste to like Goya's arts. Well, my taste is "morbid" enough that i do enjoy very much all kind of Chinese delicacies from pig ears, chicken feet, bone marrow or ligament, sheep brains, pig blood jelly, snails, cow stomachs, bird saliva, etc (if you haven't tried them, you haven't lived), but i draw a line at fried scorpion and other assorted less poisonous creepy crawlies or duck embryo or kids (that's children, not baby goats.) No kidding.
|Pan (or bread roll), as usual, is quite nice.|
Why 2 forks? Why not 3 or 5? I would give them 5 forks. Are they selling themselves short?
We ordered 2 dishes: the house clams, and suckling pig that Spain is known for. While they're not the best of these dishes i have tried before. They're quite decent (they can't survive this long if they aren't, and their food are fit for a king. I know, i'm a little more picky). But then you are here to feast your eyes on history, soak in the ambiance of antiquity, meet your fellow travellers (who are considerably younger than the restaurant or Zeno, or me), and having a sparkling conversation (oh...never mind, just drink those sparkling mineral water then).
The restaurant have a few floors, and the waiters galloping up and down those wooden stairs with loud thumps. If they quit their jobs, they can join the Spanish national soccer team based on the qualification of the stamina and strength of their legs. I also worked as waiter in a restaurant before, and i know i wouldn't last a week here. The only thump you hear from me is the sound of me rolling down the stairs like the boulder in Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) because of over exhaustion. Run! Indie! Run!
|Dining room to the staircase. The old wooden staircase creaks like old man's joints. Very genuine.|
|Looks like a James Bond scene from the 1970s|
|Looks a bit like an impressionist painting|