The waiter retreats to the kitchen, and after a time, comes out with a plate loaded with rice pilaf, a green salad, and two large meaty objects.
“What is this?” the man asks. The waiter tells him, “They are cojones, senor.”
“Cojones? What are those?” “Cojones”, the waiter answers, “are the testicles of the bull that lost in the arena today!”
Although he is a little hesitant at first, the man overcomes his doubt about the dish and tries the cojones. “These are magnificent!” he exclaims to the waiter, and finishes the plate with delight.
A week later, towards the end of his vacation, the man revisits the restaurant with fond memories of eating cojones.
The waiter comes over, and the man orders the house specialty once again. The waiter returns to his table soon after with a mound of rice pilaf, a green salad, and two small meaty objects.
The man samples these ‘cojones’, and finds them to be very bitter and rubbery. Angry, he calls the waiter over. “What are these?”
“Cojones”, the waiter replies. “But these can’t be cojones, I was here last week and they were much bigger and more full of flavour!”
“Ah, senor”, the waiter replies, “the bull does not lose every time.”