Today Berta and I visited our favourite Churreria, a tiny metalic donut factory in an orange painted shack. It sits under an avenue of trees just off a busy road andis only opened in the morning. It has a large smoking chimney and is by the far the most authentic churros establishment I have ever frequented. The only thing they sell is churros and whisky.
We arrived just as the Churros lady was closing the shack. She gave us all her remaining churros for free. Score!