tuna trianglesTuna platter; Bodega Y Tapas

These little triangles of tuna made me go all trippy inside. Each was perfectly seared, all glorious and fatty, with the zingzingzing of a mysterious citrus drizzle.

(Mysterious because I was all poised to devour and promptly sidelined the origins of the dressing. It could have been pomegranate, even yuzu, for the life of me)

I must have looked like I was completely drowning in bliss because my dining companions very graciously offered me the lion’s share of the platter. Accepted with thanks (quickly).

Possibly the only moment that came close to eclipsing my tuna moment was watching the birthday boy get sloshed with seven very naughty Dwarves and one inconsequential Snow White.


& phwoar! Friday again!