La Oca. You think it would mean The Chicken. But no. When I ask the waiter he says, “Goose – can’t you tell by the image?” I want to say, Where’s goose on the menu? But that’s about the only crazy thing regarding La Oca. Otherwise, everything is satisfyingly straightforward.
I can claim one more reason why I go to Sitges. La Oca is just soooo good. I dare anyone not to enjoy their prized dish, half a chicken from the spit with fries and oil-drizzled peppers. So basic. So good. So been going since 1956. Obviously, they know a good thing when they’re onto it.