They were sitting at the Bar Gaucho, Gerald, Sara, Ernest and Hadley and Pauline. Ernest, Gerald noticed, seemed to know everyone in Pamplona, even the pilgrims and the peasants who’d traveled to the festival. He ordered them pintxos from inside and small plates kept arriving; a dinner of deliciously oil anchovies, cured ham, tortilla de patatas, and stuffed peppers, all atop slices of crusty bread and speared with a toothpick.
They were drinking a young white wine, also chosen by Ernest, who seemed to be consuming most of it.
from Villa America by Liza Klaussmann (2015)
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