A couple of hours after landing in Madrid, I had my first drink, that less-than-half pint ice-cold portion of beer that is the soul of a Spanish tapas bar. It was local favourite Mahou, proudly produced in Madrid since 1890. Since it takes two to tango, I had a companion in crime - Enrique Gonzalez Mendizabal, a warm, hulking madrileño and the absolute, best guide I could have hoped for on my whirlwind tour of the Spanish capital.
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Discovering Madrid: A City Of Two Tales
Getting drunk on art and the art of getting drunk, Madrid has both figured