In my three years at USF, I have come to embrace the local cuisine.
I am passionate about my Blue Bottle Coffee and my La Boulange Granola bowls.
Wednesdays and Sundays are filled with fresh chard and fujis from farmers markets.
Yet I have found none of these culinary delights in Madrid.
I feel the following photo offers a solid description of food in the land locked city:
I enjoy the food here.
But its awkward to transition to eating processed bread and an excess of pork.
My San Francisco palate longs for a real cup of joe and a Arizmedi's scone.
More info from the track & field part of life tomorrow.
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