A Very Flamenco Thanksgiving- By Izzy Howe
This year, my older brother Nick began his junior year in college with a semester abroad in Madrid, Spain. Obviously we couldn't spend a holiday without the whole family, so of course we had to visit him for Thanksgiving.
My family and I had some great experiences leading up to Turkey Day, but finally the holiday rolled around and my mom made a reservation at Casa Patas, a half-restaurant, half-theatre reserved for traditional Spanish flamenco dancing. We arrived, and squeezed through multiple tables covered in tapas. We reached the musky back room and found our reserved table near the stage, which was surrounded entirely by men eagerly anticipating the start of the show.
After about 15 minutes of waiting, a group of 5 people, one carrying a guitar, slinked out out from behind a small black curtain and took their places on fold-out chairs (not exactly the most extravagant affair). Suddenly, the guitarist started playing, the singers started clapping, and one man started to keep the same beat on a cajón, a type of box drum. When the performance began, I understood why Casa Patas didn’t dip too far into their savings to decorate the stage - the music itself was enough. It was a different style of singing from anything I had ever heard before, and even though I had no idea what they were saying despite the 7 years of Spanish classes under my belt, it was amazing.
The show did not fail to give me chills all night, and paired with the traditional dance, was an experience I'll never forget. The dancing was performed by a woman in a traditional long skirt and heels, but the entire night I was never more surprised than when I saw the second dancer take the stage - and it was a man. Let me just say I've never seen a man move like that before and never expect to again. However, the best part of the night was when the tapping of their heels on the wooden stage lined up perfectly with the clapping and guitar strumming of the musicians, and the dancers finished with a flourish as the whole room went wild.
All in all, if you ever find yourself on a backstreet in Madrid and come across Casa Patas, I hope you stop in for the late-night showing. Also, I recommend the ham croquettes as a tapas choice. Best when paired with sangria (16+ please). :)














