Dinner at Chambao, Sotogrande

Did we just jet off to Spain?

Nope, it wasn’t just a girls trip. There were 12 of us, which made a group photo a little harder…

It was 5 days of sunbathing, drinking games and very poor Spanish skills. Like heaven.

Not only that, but Mama and Papa Bridges decided to come down for a couple of days to visit! So they thought they’d take us down to Chambao for some din dins. Hooray for food that I don’t have to pay for!

Chambao is a restaurant/bar/beach club, and my parents love to come here for dinner. My main memory of it is that it had some spankingly good strawberry mojitos.

Obviously I decided against the cocktails with the parental supervision. After my Dad telling me that I sounded like an obese alcoholic through my Instagram pictures, I thought maybe it was time to tone it down a notch in front of them. They created an angel (no, not you Ming).

And then our eyes lit up. Bread. Does anyone else’s do that?

Then there’s always the “Is the bread warm?” question with Hamish and I (Who doesn’t love warm bread?). We touched the bread. It wasn’t warm. Dammit. Like that was going to make a difference though – we ate it anyway.

Just because I’m not on the cocktails doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have wine. That’s completely different from some reason with my parents – no wine is frowned upon. Go figure. If my parents offer you a glass, always say yes.

It was so nice to have these two there. It made it a lot less stressful and it’s always so much fun to see them. A little the fact that I’m not slaving in the kitchen as well.

Whilst we waited for our food to come, the perfect opportunity arose for pictures…

Only of the girls. Sorry boys.

Dad was very keen to order starters for the table to share, and even more keen to throw that responsibility into my hands. I did what I had to do. This meant Gambas Pil-Pil (Prawns “Pil-Pil” Style) which is garlicy prawn goodness.

It also meant Baby Squid…

Fried Fresh Anchovies (which Dad still just believes is whitebait)..

And Calamari. Did I nail the starters or what? I think so!

Then, pretty quickly, nightfall came. This meant that the rest of the pictures aren’t nearly as nice as the lovely lighting above. Hmph.

Izzi went for a Chicken Caesar Salad, which is her version of being healthy. I remember she Snapchatted me a picture of her pre-Spain lunch, which was salad… With chips. And she still has the most ridiculous bod. Life isn’t fair.

I went for the Goats Cheese Salad, which is so good. I love warm goats cheese.

The rest of the meals were pretty fishy… I can’t exactly remember who had what since I was at the other end of the table and didn’t want to be super annoying in everyone’s faces so I just passed my camera down.

Big Grilled Prawns made an appearance.

As did a couple of plates of John Dory.

There was a Spaghetti with Salmon, Prawns, Caviar & Cream, which looked so good.

A cheeky Seabass, which was slapped onto a plate but still looked delicious.

And lots and lots of plates of Swordfish.

There were even more plates of chips. Dad ordered 5 plates between us, which you’d think would be pretty reasonable, but there were so many chips. I nearly piled them in a bag to take home with me for after a night out. Is that not socially acceptable?

Chips for days.

As we more or less rolled out of the restaurant having forced down one too many chips, we passed the boat where they cooked the fish.

How cool is that? “TAKE A PICTURE, TAKE A PICTURE”. Yes Dad.

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