reboredo rediscovered

Yesterday I drove all the way down to Reboredo, a little village not far from A Lanzada beach. Lunch was waiting for us at the renovated Culler de Pau.

The room was practically empty, except for another table with a low range Galician politician, who had her driver waiting outside, as it should.

This beautiful and single vieira could not be better.

I opted for this unknown Albariño, a Leirana relative, but done the old traditional way, pressing the grapes with feet (cos pés). An orangey colour and kind of turbid volume, were the most appealing part of it.

A mandatory piece of hake completed our marine experience, before we continued with a light ration of beef.