Vivinfrance sent me a cracker:
A tourist dining in a restaurant after attending the bullfight was intrigued to watch a waiter bring one of those great domed silver salvers to the man at the next table. With a flourish the waiter uncovered the dish, to reveal two enormous round jellylike blobs of meat. Our tourist, always eager to learn, asked the waiter what they were. ‘Cohones’ was the short answer. ‘From the bull. They bring great strength and prowess to whoever eats them.’
Our tourist thought this sounded like an experience not to be missed and asked to be served the same delicacy. The waiter protested that they had to be ordered in advance, so our friend put in his order there and then for the next night.
Tomorrow never comes, but a semblance of it saw the eager man sitting at the same table in the same restaurant. The waiter duly arrived with the same ceremony of the dome-covered salver. Same flourish of dome removal, to reveal two miserable little objects. ‘But that’s not what I ordered’ the tourist objected. ‘I know, sir. But sometimes, the bull wins.’