By Laura Davison
The first night I was in Pamplona, two other Mizzou students and I got a recommendation of a nearby pintxo bar and restaurant. We easily found the place, but when we got there, we realized we had no idea what to do. Were we supposed to seat ourselves? Was there a menu? Were we supposed to order at the bar? At what point in the meal were we supposed to pay?
We sat at a table and tried to observe what others were doing. After a few minutes of confusion, I finally went up to the barmi. “Hi, I’m sorry I’m not from here, so I don’t know how this works,” I asked the bartender in Spanish. “We want to order a few things. Can you walk us through it?”
He helped us, we figured it out and we learned how to not make fools out of ourselves–at least not when it came to ordering food. Continue reading