My Mum is a pretty good cook. So is my friend Lottie. Last time I went round to her house for dinner, she had spent 24 hours tending to some pork. It was spectacular. That said, neither my mother or Lottie can claim to be the World's Greatest Female Chef. Elena Arzak can - she was crowned as such in 2012.
Nice. Little. And independent. It's what I often crave from a meal out. There's something about the service, the attention to detail and the quality of the food that allows you to differentiate between a person who genuinely cares about their restaurant to a person who solely cares about their profit.
Eating and drinking aside, there is an array of culture to soak up in Madrid. On arrival I had thought differently. I couldn't list anything I particularly wanted to see or do, with no famous landmarks pitching it as a competitor to Paris. But I was wrong and soon discovered the history that lay deep in old Madrid.