Pitufo’s

With all of the wonderful businesses I have found during my time here in Spain, it pains me to write negative reviews. Especially when said negative reviews are centered in Cordoba, an area that is struggling economically and has been hard-​hit by the recession.
But alas, my lunch at Pitufo’s had me yearning for my host family’s tortilla española in Galicia.
Because it was so hot in Cordoba (on this particular day, 46 degrees centigrade), I was not very hungry and had a small lunch. A caña [1] and a slice of tortilla española sounded like the perfect way to recharge after a morning and early afternoon of cathedrals, museums, and synagogues.
What a travesty this tortilla was! The entire slice of tortilla was slimy — similar to the trail of goo that a slug leaves behind. That, and the texture of the eggs was «off» — the eggs were slightly crumbly, bearing a vague semblance to well-​done scrambled eggs. I could not bring myself to finish the tortilla, and this is coming from someone who enjoys sabotaging her diet through the heavy consumption of eggs, potato, and a little onion.
And because this is Cordoba, Land of the Anglo-​Saxon Tourist, I paid a bit more than I would have liked for lunch (approximately 4 euros).
[1] Let it be known that I have never appreciated a cold beer so much in my entire life.