Here’s a story from way back. An American was vacationing in Spain, and he stopped at a restaurant in Ronda, famous for being the birthplace of bull fighting in Spain. He was looking at the menu, but at another table he noticed a man enjoying an interesting dish. The aroma was enticing.
When the waiter came the American told him, “I want what that man is having.”
The waiter apologized. “Señor,” he said. “Those are bull’s testicles from this afternoon’s bull fight. Unfortunately there is only one bull per festival in the off season, so we don’t have any more of this delicacy.”
The American chose another item from the menu, but the next day he was back and he asked about the order. Indeed, the waiter told him he could be served, and a few minutes later he served up a spicy plate of the dish.
But the American was puzzled, and he asked the waiter, “Yesterday the serving was much larger. Today, hardly anything. What gives?”
The waiter apologized. “Señor, sometimes the bull wins.”