We lunched upstairs at Botin’s. It is one of the best restaurants in the world. We had roast young suckling pig and drank rioja alta. Brett did not eat much. I ate a very big meal and drank three bottles of rioja alta.
‘How do you feel, Jake?’ Brett asked. ‘My God! what a meal you’ve eaten.’
‘I feel fine. Do you want a dessert?’
‘Lord, no.’
From Fiesta by Ernest Hemingway (1927)
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