Granada, like the Barcelona of ten years ago, is not a major restaurant city. It has hardly been touched by the post-Adrià revolution, and it's most popular restaurants generally cruise quietly along, serving the traditional dishes of Andalusia.
But there is some very fine eating to be done at the casual level, especially if you tune your radar to pork products - sausages, embutidos, hams, pâtés - and cheese. Or both if you will: I give you queso de cerdo. Pigcheese, in a word.
[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: March 21, 2016]
A quiet mid-March ten years ago, and I set myself to figuring out how to replicate the Ukrainian National Home's spectacular segedin goulash. Not too much too it, of course: tender pork, lashings of sauerkraut, some sour cream.
Look, ten years on, I don't know if I followed a recipe. But I did eat it several consecutive nights.
I don't write about galleries as much as I used to, but I did want to note the opening of the Met Breuer (in the former Whitney, of course), and especially a series of six late paintings by Cy Twombly.
A snatched iPhone panorama is distorted, of course--that's a flat wall--but maybe it gives a glimpse of what the works entail.