So, staying true to my nature, I ate these fish, probably, two weeks ago and will wrangle the memory of this gifted tin of greek sardines from my beer soaked memory.
I remember that the fish was as any other handsome and firm sardines in clean tasting olive oil. Awesome and enjoyable but not remarkable.
The cheese was intense. Beautiful, but it upstaged everything else on the cutting board. A showboater.
And we also drank tequila. A bunch of it. The fact that I have any recollection of the evening is testament to my many years of practice.