I meant to do a lot of walking today. Feeling obsessed to sweat off a bit after the chills yesterday. Need to get back on the groove. But just a half hour into the drill, I was longing for a cup of cafe cortado. So, I promptly got into Mercado Provenzal along Calle Bravo Murillo, 26 in Madrid.
Too cold this morning for a walk but I won't let that ruin my plans. So a toast to go with the brew seemed like a good idea. Con tomate, of course. No mantequilla for me.
Cortado was good 👍☕️ and I've grown to like tomate on my pan. Just enough energy for a couple more hours of walking before sitting down to a proper lunch later.
La cuenta? The bill floored me. 1 euro for my coffee and toast? Soooo cheap-o. Half a euro for my cortado? Wow. Not bad. Not bad at all. I ❤️ desayunos in 🇪🇸