Mel is a little Spanish obsessed. She's also obsessed with Brunswick St. So when I said that I'd never had churros, she insisted we had to go visit Juanita's on said street. I could hardly be churlish and resist, now could I?
We got six to share. And quite the generous pot of chocolate too.
Did I forget to mention what churros are? Long thin deep-fried donuts, basically. With chocolate for dipping. How had I missed out on them for 31 years?
They were fabulous. And at the end, our plate looked like this:
Aaactually... that's not entirely true. That is, the plate certainly looked like this at one point. But it wasn't the end; not quite. You see, Mel convinced the nice waitress that I needed a spoon... and, well, I'm sure you can imagine where that led.
Mel tells me that the restaurant, dessert version is even better than the cafe version. I'm drooling just thinking about it.