So, it’s been several years since I had this meal, but I still get excited when I tell people about it. We went to La Cazuela, home of my favorite shrimp tacos, and they had a sign up advertising a special of “pulpo de ajo.” I was feeling adventurous, so I ordered it, and the waitress asked me a few times if I was sure, and wanted to most of all make sure that I understood that “pulpo” meant “octopus”. I assured her that I knew what I was doing, and they brought out a plate of one of the best things I have ever eaten. A giant pile of tiny octopi, slow-cooked, tender, with copious amounts of roasted garlic. I haven’t seen the pulpo on special there ever since, but it lives on in my happy memories.