They say about my grandfather Amós that he was a small, folksy, talkative man… He was born in Azagra (Navarra) and was a very popular man.
He was intrepid, strong, insensitive to heat and cold, without fear of thieves who might rob him on those roads that he often crossed at night; his arrival was celebrated in each town as an event, in addition to the salt for the slaughters and the fruits of his harvest, he always carried in his car a blanket of licorice that he prepared in pieces with which he gave to the children who They came out to greet him.
He exuded cordiality… At the time of the sale he did not mind giving two dozen thirteen peppers nor did he demand money, the women paid him with eggs, chickens, wheat, barley.
Amós was the cook of some pepper soups at night, the preparer of breakfast with crumbs and the entertainer of unforgettable gatherings. In his mind the illusion of setting up an inn remained, an illusion that he could never achieve.
I, his grandson, whom he never got to know, brought his story here and I remember it about him; surely he never thought that his spirit would reach so far or that it would give a name to a dream, which is today our restaurant.
