Our friends took us to one of the more infamous restaurants in Segovia, the Jose Maria. Heavily advertised, nonetheless this is a warm, classic Spanish restaurant doing everything right. The staff clearly takes pride in running a tight ship. The waiter snapped a fresh tablecloth onto the table and brought a basket of fresh bread. We sipped our beer and wine and perused the menu under the carved oak beams in the bar. Not even Disney could have gotten all the details so right.
We ordered a full portion of Jamón serrano for Samantha and another half portion for us. The Jamón came with tender pieces of pan con tomato (toasted bread rubbed with raw garlic, olive oil, and tomato).
We tried to order the goat cheese with spicy paprika but what we got wasn’t spicy and tasted more like Muenster than goat cheese. Still good with the fig jam and Walnut.
Next to us, the businessmen stood there the bar and had their drinks and tapas. Two dozen Iberico (black hoof) pig legs hung behind the bar.
Before we left, the waiter directed us ladies to the more deluxe restaurant bathroom instead of the one in the bar.
We felt very taken care of.