While doing our little circuit around Spain a couple of summers ago, we stopped at Ithaca Bed and Breakfast, a little B&B in El Puntal, one of the weirdest towns ever.
The home itself was quite lovely, if you forget about the streets littered with dog turds and potholes the size of the Grand Canyon. To make it even more odd, the whole town was planned and built in the exact shape of a bullseye (zoom in and look just a bit north of Padul, and you’ll see the strangeness of it all). So you could walk, taking care to avoid the landmines, in concentric circles, moving closer and closer to the center until, finally, stumbling onto Calle 8, or Calle 9, or Calle 10, you find your way to the center of the bullseye. At least when we were there, this meant you would be in the middle of a deserted plaza where a dry fountain decorated the center, and a couple of graffiti-marked empty lots made you wonder if you were really in the right neighborhood. I mean, they did say that there was a restaurant here… but…
Based on the pictures from the restaurant’s website, El Valle del Puntal must really be a great place to be, during some other season. In mid-August, however, it was a ghost town. Still, plucking up our courage, we walked in through the door and found what you would expect to find in any Spanish town: a tiny bar so filled with smoke that you are instantly coated with a thick layer of nicotine, with a few local old men sitting around picking at salty olives and thick potato chips while sipping their cañas of yellow beer. We of course, decided to pull up to the bar, and enjoy some of the salty treats ourselves while we tried to figure out where the actual restaurant was.
Finally the bartender let us know that there was, in fact, a terrace out back where we could enjoy some dinner. Which we did. And, I must say: It. Was. Awesome. Despite the fact that there was no one else in sight on the terrace, the food was excellent. I don’t even remember what S-Man ate, probably some monstrosity of a pork chop and garlic soup or something like that. But my meal. My meal was a big plate of gambas a la plancha, a.k.a. immense prawns with heads that have been grilled to a smoky perfection.
Now, this is definitely not the most “feminine” of dishes, and probably not one for a first date, as it most definitely involves getting covered in prawn juice while peeling the suckers, and then slurping the brains out of the giant shrimp heads. Perfect for enjoying with a cold beer, these mega crustaceans make a great tapa for sharing with others, or a whole meal in and of themselves.
Here at home, we do things a little bit differently, as we don’t always have shrimps with heads on them, but when we’re feeling nostalgic for that deserted terrace in El Puntal, we just pop some shrimp (still in their shells) on the grill. Since the S-Man likes things with a bit more zing, I generally toss them in my 3 Pepper seasoning and let them sit for a while before I grill them. The 3 Pepper seasoning is pretty easy. You just mix up some freshly ground black pepper, some white pepper, and some Secret Spice #2, or any other crushed red pepper flakes you might have kicking around. Then we sit around, and reminisce, while enjoying our mini-gambas Lao-style, with sticky rice and jeow. You know you want them!