Having studied the menu extensively before visiting I was planning my meal around that wonderful sounding paella. And by George, wasn't it fantastic.
First off, tortilla española with the most delicious garlic aioli.
The oh so decident and devilishly rich, asado de huesos - bone marrow with beef cheek marmalade.
And now for the triumphant little number. The paella valenciana. Just unreal.
Look at that rice, in all it's sticky gloriousness.
So sometimes corn on the cob can be pretty overrated. The actual eating time compared with the timing picking all the bits out of your teeth and getting butter dripping all over your hands. Especially in a restaurant, for me corn is normally a no no. Prior to arriving at Toro a a friend said that I had to get the corn. Well this little recommendation was greatly appreciated, literally finger-licking good.
With Ken Oringer highly amused by how well I got seriously stuck in, I polished off every single piece regardless of the messy consequences. Thankfully he handed me a huge pile of wet towels to mop up my mucky face/chin/hands/fingers.