Tonight I'm gonna have a 35 euro dinner at a restaurant where a friend of mine (his name is Nile, I have always thought it a really cool name) is the cook. Man, my stomach roared when I heard about the price. Not of hunger, but of philosophical despair, whatever it means. It made me think of the times when you could still have a very good meal for 2000 pelas (12 euro). Times have changed in Spain: we are now european.
[And I should also add that I will meet 8 of my primary school classmates at this 35 euro dinner, and this always makes the air in my lungs boil with excitement ... ]