They had been out and about driving around because Gregorio's floors were being done, so they couldn't be in the apartment until 10pm.
We went to a pizza place in La Moraleja -- an upper class pijo area in northern Madrid.
Gregorio ordered some chicken as a starter. It was delicious:
Then we each ordered a pizza, and Gregorio told the waitress to make them all larges. They were huge!
In the states this wouldn't be a problem, but doggie bags don't exist in Spain. Either you eat it, or it's thrown away...
Gregorio and his mom both finished their pizzas, and I nearly finished mine.
I was stuffed to the brim, but Gregorio and his mom got the usual post-lunch coffee, and then Gregorio ordered chocolate fondu for two.
After lunch we drove around the area for a bit to look at the houses, but I was disappointed because you couldn't see much. All of the houses were surrounded by ugly fences and gates or tall bushes so that you couldn't see anything.