El Bulli After Party

The Big Dinner Out, yesterday morning, and last night all blurred together. It was a historic night of heroic eating and drinking - the likes of which even many of the international heroic drinkers present have never seen. It started with a great dinner - a little resto-hostal joint here down in Roses - will walk by tonight and grab a card for the name. Anchovies on toasted tomato bread, little clams in garlic and oil - something else which I´ve forgotten because of the many bottles of white, red, and cava but I should have pictures. And my main course is my favourite new thing in the world to eat right now - fideua. Basically a paella but with pasta - little short, maybe inch and a half/3 cm length pieces of spaghetti-ish pasta. Mine was with way overcooked little langoustines - but the pasta had some nice little pockets of golden, crusty bits. And it´s served with a side of aioli. The party moved over to Ona´s - with one small scooter accident. Oliver and/or Ferran - the Terrible Twosome of El Bulli pastry - wiped out - after going like 3 feet/a meter. No injuries reported. Ona´s received us well - with forewarning of course. Every unofficial El Bulli party gets that courtesy. And per usual they pulled down the front gates at 03:00 sharp. And as per usual, the illegal after-party commenced within - or with-out in this case - on their back deck. And here´s where things start getting very Impressionist and Surreal. I remember some of the guys were jumped - good-naturedly of course - ha ha - and there was an ocean dunking - of the sous chefs and a couple of other guys. I had some serious slurred discussions with the sommelier. And Chris chivalrously - though alarmingly waveringly - escorted me home around 7 or 8. More on the last day later. I´m finally having dinner at Rafa´s in about 15 mintues.