Ok, I know, enough with the tile and arches... We had a hard time figuring out how to eat in Sevilla. Our kitchen was too small, and no groceries seemed to be open during the weekend. Lots of restaurants were closed or they were either too pricey or too nasty. We finally found a few great places, including one with the mounted head of a dead bull that prompted a lot more discussion about why we weren't going to be attending a bullfight. The most reliable place for both World Cup and food the kids could cheer was an Irish pub (http://www.merchantpub.com), which had everything from an artistic pisto manchego to chicken tikka masala and nachos. Hard to argue with that. At one of our fancier finds, a cockroach landed (from the ceiling, we think) on Ben's (almost finished) dinner plate. Once we found a third roach in the stairwell of our apartment building and got attacked by biting flies in Sevilla's otherwise very beautiful public parks, we felt pretty much finished with it. I'll have to come back some day for flamenco. Somehow we never figured out how to see a performance with the kids in tow.
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