[Correct Dining by Wilfrid: December 1, 2008]
I first visited Spain in my mother's womb, but you will understand I have few gastronomic memories of that trip. I rediscovered the country many years later, and from the late 1980s into the 1990s, visited the stunning city of Barcelona once or twice a year.
Whenever possible, I made a point of staying in an apartment with a kitchen, rather than in a pension, simply because this permitted me to cook the produce I saw in the Bocqueria market, rather than just gawp at it.
After ten years of Spain's greatest city, I transferred my attention to Madrid - estimable in its own way, if no Barcelona. And from time to time I found myself in Pamplona, Burgos, Tarragona, Granada - although not in Bilbao, where I had to make a last minute cancellation of a trip I never re-scheduled. But that leaves wide swathes of the country untouched. Not a mistake Rohan Daft, author of Menú del Día has made.