A Modest Wedding in San Sebastian
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We met in Ottawa, Canada while both working at National Research Council Canada as co-op students. Back then we explored streets and parks in Ottawa while diving deep into bowls of noodles, Toonie Tuesdays and Burger King joints, as well as rib-festivals and free concerts. These later sprouted into common interests of travel, cooking and passion for actual gourmet foods. Over the years we have traveled from secluded bamboo-covered villages in Yunnan to snowy winter festivals in Harbin, from the quiet sleepy towns in Nagano, to the hustling metropolitan city of Tokyo. Among all the destinations, we have most frequently traveled to Spain and Italy due to their rich cultures and well preserved Roman sites. When we are not on the road, we enjoy ourselves by cooking, reading, playing games, watching history documentaries and food shows, in our downtown Toronto condo filled with travel souvenirs (mostly books from museums) and Lego (25,000 pieces of them).
Now, we invite you to join us as we return to San Sebastian and witness our union while eating some delightful pinchos.
We visited San Sebastian in March 2015. Arriving on a night of rain by bus after a rerouted flight, we got our first taste of San Sebastian at the restaurant inside our hotel (Astoria 7). For 20 euro, we got a few pinxos and a bowl of risotto cooked with foie gras and wild mushroom. It was the best risotto I ever had.
The sun barely broke out from the clouds in the next day, or the day after, or the third, or any of the days during our stay. But it did not matter. We practically did nothing except for eating, unless you count the walks from and to the pinxo bars to the beach and back to the hotel. There must have been too little blood and too much alcohol in our brains, we learnt nothing, risked nothing, accomplished nothing except for knowledge and experience in where to get great food.
During one of the trips Anthony Bourdain visited San Sebastian, he voiced a complaint one who came to San Sebastian must all have echoed in their heart, to a chef there, “how CAN you eat so well?!”. That is true. How can everything raw be so fresh, every dish be invented so creatively, every pinxo be so expertly put together. Even the fish on the seafood stalls seem healthier and happier, as if feeding our greedy stomach is its privilege that will entitle it to the entry of fish heaven.
