I have meat in my teeth

A few months ago, when this trip was coming together, I found my travel journal from my first trip to Spain. One of the days, as me and my friend Samantha were driving through the south of the country in a little town of Osuna, we accidentally ate liver. I laughed out loud when I read the entry in the journal, feeling so thankful that my Spanish is so much improved since then. Welp! Tonight Tyler and I ordered a fish entree. The fish was very good and Tyler was raving about the sauce. I took one bite of it and instantly recognized the texture of meat. He swore it was anchovies. No. It was short ribs. We re-read the menu...not a single mention that the fish dinner was cooked in beef parts. Spain 2, Jennifer 0. Pic of me looking Oh so 20 something in Spain below.