I just realized. I know I’ve been posting lots recently about dining and drinking here in Spain. I hope you don’t mind, but I suppose this falls under the category of another one on that general topic.
Until his retirement a few years’ back, a cousin of my (now late) mother’s owned two of these franchise eateries in New Jersey. Wait’ll he sees this. What one finds here in Tenerife:
A Subway. They’re everywhere now, of course. Still, I had to grab a photo for my personal Facebook, where he’ll see it. But you saw it here first. 🙂
Another thing caught our attention in a supermarket the other day. My wife spotted pistachios on a shelf. I love pistachios, so we bought a pack.
Having opened it and offered me some pre-dinner yesterday, as she brought the bowl my way she gamely questioned me: “Did you happen to notice your pistachios’ country of origin?”
As she asked that in her, uh, lightly teasing “effortlessly sophisticated” European woman’s voice, I felt a tad uneasy. That tone from her usually indicates something unsettling – and quite probably my fault – is being brought playfully to my attention. So I answered cautiously: “Uh, no, I haven’t….”
She put the bowl of them down on the small table next to me, then put my drink next to it, and declared: “Iran.”
She quickly added, “But in view of the new Entente Cordiale, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
Regardless, you won’t see those in the U.S. At least not yet. (And in recent days, the new “cordiale” has been seeming perhaps rather not so – but thankfully that falls well-outside the scope of this modest author’s writing and travel blog.)
However, I must say they were tasty. Alongside them, as you might have guessed, I had that most “American” of all things. Yes, that’s a Coca-cola.
Emerging from the shower a short while later, she double-checked with me, “How’s your Vodka and Coke? How are your pistachios? Your Iranian pistachios?”
“Fine,” I answered, having just finished de-shelling another one.
“Such a cosmopolitan trip,” she chuckled as she walked off to blow dry her hair.
That’s right: you read that correctly. To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t just a Coke. It had a bit of vodka in it.
Please don’t tell anyone. 😉