There are lots of lovely things to see and do in San Sebastián (Donostia in Basque), but let’s be honest. This place is all about the food. It has the highest concentration of Michelin stars per head of population in Europe. Even if you’re not eating at any of those revered institutions, the commitment to fine food cascades down. In many bars the once-humble pintxo, originally just a snack on a skewer or tasty bits on a piece of bread, has become a miniature masterpiece. People come here from all over the world to learn to cook. Everyone is obsessed by food. The only place in Europe with a similar culinary vibe is Copenhagen.
So it’s no surprise that I’ve been wanting to bring my half-Danish, fully epicurean husband to this culinary capital since my first look at a proper array of pintxos. The exquisite care taken with these small plates was a direct equivalent to Danish Smørrebrød. I knew he’d be a fan.
We did, indeed, have great fun following a trail of pintxo bars through the old town, hitting several favourites from my last trip. But our best culinary experience was a day at cooking school.
We find that there are few things better for getting a proper local understanding of a place than learning about its cuisine. Not just eating it, but shopping for it, getting your hands on the raw ingredients, and actively preparing it with someone who has a deep understanding of the intersection between food and people. Kookin Donosti, and chef Carlos Hurtado, are proof points validating the theory. We’ve taken a lot of cooking courses in our travels, and this was definitely one of the best.
We started with a tour of the market. This is a place in transition and will soon be a much better experience. As its economy shifted away from fishing, San Sebastián let its local market wither, allowing the grand old market building to stand empty while a reduced collection of market stalls moved to an uninspiring basement next door. Barcelona’s Boqueria it is not. But a renovation of the old market building is under way, with plans to move the existing vendors and bring in more food-related diversions, bringing San Sebastián on par with famous markets like the Boqueria, Torvehallerne in Copenhagen or Borough in London. Until then, the stalls here are more than sufficient to meet Carlos’ teaching needs.
First came a vendor of nothing but salted cod, a staple of Iberian cuisine and a driver of European economies for centuries. There’s an enormous variety of options here, and we learned about different levels of quality, and re-hydration techniques, as Carlos bought what we were going to need for our first course. Moving on to a fresh fish stall to buy the hake for course two, we had a long conversation about what fish was local, what came in from elsewhere, and how to judge quality of different species. He’d already procured the beef for course three, but we paused in front of a butcher’s stall to talk all things pig and cow.
Then it was off for a 10 minute stroll to the kitchen classroom, one of the best-equipped we’ve experienced. It was obviously purpose built, with plenty of room for individual workstations and good quality pots and hobs. Though knives were just Ikea basics, they’d been carefully maintained and had an excellent edge. We retired to a table a few feet from the demonstration area to eat each course together with other students; just four in total for our session on Basque classics. I loved the alternating back and forth between cooking and eating. At other classes we’ve cooked everything and sat down at the end for multiple courses at once. This set up seemed much more entertaining and built the appetite for each new dish, while Carlos cleaned our cooking areas as we ate. (Cooking while someone else cleans up for me is almost worth the price of admission.) The close proximity of the dining table means we could also watch demonstrations as we ate and drank. Admittedly, we did less cooking and more watching as the day progressed and the drinks poured, with Carlos doing all the work for the pudding but the orange peels we'd prepped earlier.
Our Basque menu started by using the re-hydrated salt cod in a tortilla with onions and green peppers. I wouldn’t have thought of fish in an omelette, but this was fantastic. Carlos demonstrated the classic Spanish flipping technique (using a plate to take the omelette completely out of the pan and put the wet side back on the bottom), but the best tip here was simply making sure the pan is piping hot before the eggs go in, then turning down the heat.
Next came hake in a green sauce. Lesson: it’s really not that time consuming to make a sauce that transforms your dish. (Though stripping the leaves off the parsley stems is a bit fiddly.) And that a handful of steamed clams scattered atop a fish dish can elevate it to the next level. IF you can find fat and juicy fresh clams, of course. Few of us have a fish market like San Sebastián’s at hand, even in its currently humble state.
The main course was a simple but magnificent ribeye (above, with chef Carlos), a testament to the beauty of great ingredients cooked well. We were familiar with all be basics of cooking beef but it’s good to get some key reminders. Let your meat sit out for a minimum of two hours to come up to room temperature. Render that fat to imbue flavour. Don’t salt ‘til it’s done. A single, large piece, cooked and shared, is easier to keep moist and succulent than individual steaks. This course also gave me a fresh appreciation for piquillo peppers. They ARE different, and worth finding and buying in their jars, for a perfect accompaniment to beef.
All that great food was complemented by Carlos’ commentary, and by matching drinks for each course. Basque cider made its second appearance on our trip, and this time we got to try the elongated pouring technique ourselves. I’m still not a fan.
Once again, we found that the company of our fellow students was part of the appeal. People enthusiastic enough about local cuisine to spend half a day getting their hands on it tend to be great company.
Kookin Donosti would be the first thing I’d book on a return trip to San Sebastián. They do a pintxos class that’s calling my name. In fact, this is a town that’s screaming out for something like the week-long residential class we did in Gascony. Kookin is still a young company. If they expanded in that direction, it would be on our bucket list.
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