While vacationing in Spain a tourist enters a restaurant and is immediately shown to his table. As he browses the menu he notices a gentleman at a nearby table eating what appears to be two large brown balls. The tourist is very curious so he ask the waiter for the name of the dish.
"Oh my" the waiter exclaims. "This is our most prized culinary delight. Each day there is a bull fight. The matador bravely confronts the bull with his red cape. The bull charges him several times and each time the matador bravely escapes death. Eventually the bull fighter will stab the bull with his sword and kill him. It is at that precise moment that the balls of the bull are cut off and rushed to the kitchen of our restaurant. We prepare the dish with our best herbs and spices and serve it to one of my customers. "
The tourist is intrigued so he makes a reservation for the next serving of the bulls testicles. Promptly at 3pm sharp the next day the tourist arrives and escorted to a table near the window. Some complementary wine is brought to his table with a large bowl containing the balls. The tourist bites down and begins to slowly savor the meat. Within a few minutes the tourist finishes the meal and motions to the waiter. "I'm curious about something. Yesterday I noticed that the balls were so large but today the balls that I was served were very very small."
"Oh my," the waiter replied, "Sometimes the bull wins."
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