This afternoon, after a glorious morning spent touring the nearby towns, Husband and I hungrily searched for a spot to eat. We found a small, busy restaurant down a backstreet in St Jean de Luz. The whole building was painted red, with a matching red awning and dried-out chili hanging from every available spot. We thought we were in for one very hot lunch, but decide to risk it based on the crowds.
And wow, I'm so glad we did.
After a light green salad, and a couple of delicious glasses of white wine, the waiter delivered our main - a steaming paella in a skillet.
Every bite was heaven. There were mini muscles, succulent and fresh. And super calamari rings, just the right amount of chewy and salty.The rice was soft, and moist, and creamy. Each piece of seafood was perfectly cooked. The flavours exploded, each individual taste balancing with all the rest. The chicken was light, and the chorizo was chunky and spicy.
Could it have been more perfect?
Um yes. Because after all that, Husband and I shared a creme brûlée, the best I've ever tasted (and I've tasted many a creme brûlée!). I can think of a couple of my in-laws who I would gladly post one of these to if I could.
Thank you St Jean de Luz for the most incredible paella of my life. And we haven't even tasted paella in Spain yet. Can it get better than this though? I'm oh so willing to find out.