Espicha
We got off the bus and started looking for the place. I walked past it at first, an unmarked wooden door, followed by a little ceramic sign: Sidreria Gervasio.
I had got a text message from Ana, the mountain group’s secretary, inviting us to a meal to mark the mid year break in the group’s activities. The espicha is the name of the tap used to pour sidra directly from the barrels in the cider houses where they make the stuff. In the past, the owner of a cider house would invite his neighbours to try a new barrel of cider, and he’d provide food so that they wouldn’t just be drinking. Nowadays the word espicha seems to be more ‘food with cider’ than the testing of a new barrel.
We wandered into the place, it was a restaurant behind the wooden door but I couldn’t see any of the group amongst the diners. The waiter asked if we were part of a group and when we said the magic words (Grupo Naranco) he directed us to some doors at the back. The group were in a big room, high on the walls there were old empty barrels but we were drinking bottled cider. Young waiters waited by a small table in the middle of the room, and when someone said ‘culín’ or ‘culete’ to them, they poured a sidra, using mostly good technique, one arm held high, almost at full extension, with the bottle, the other arm holding the glass at mid-thigh level.
Liz hadn’t met any of the group before so they were all really happy to meet her, and of course I was rubbish at remembering everyone’s names (it’s even harder than remembering English names) but no pasa nada, no one minded and we dived in, chatting away. Two big tables were laid, and eventually, on some signal I didn’t see, people started sitting down. The food with an espicha is not complicated. You never need to use a knife, it’s all small pieces. You use a piece of bread to manage the food onto your fork and so each dish is perpetually accompanied by bread (as soon as it runs out there are shouts requesting more… it’s essential). Throughout the meal the waiters, between bringing food, kept a weather eye out for people needing cider. The food arrived in bits, on small plates and we just chatted and munched and drank for the next few hours.
Among the food: Bonito escabeche. Bonito is pale, delicate tuna, from the north sea, it’s a small fish and tastes wonderful. A couple of different sliced hams. Empanaditas, croquetes. Tiny pasties and cheesy hammy croquettes. Boquerones: Whole anchovies fried in batter. Merluza: Pieces of hake in batter. Chorizo in cider. Thick warm slices of boiled gammon. A couple of cheeses and then some tiny desserts.
Throughout the dinner we were treated to commentary about the food, about the different names, differing opinions of where to get the best cheeses or the subtle differences between one town and another. And every so often someone would make sure we were enjoying it. And we were.
We rounded off the meal with an oruxo (a grappa like spirit) and spent a while saying ‘see you in September’. Then Enrique and his wife very kindly gave us a lift home as it had started raining.
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