Cocido madrileño, the Spanish meal as filling as Thanksgiving dinner

Yes, you'll need a siesta

Nov 23, 2022

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Hi, hello, and happy Thanksgiving Eve to my fellow Americans! This time of the year may mean turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce across the ocean, but here in Spain cooling temperatures are associated with a different kind of meal that will make you so full that you can’t move for three hours after eating: cocido madrileño, or just cocido for short. Of course, Thanksgiving isn’t actually celebrated in Spain (unless you count Black Friday sales), but something about eating spoonfuls of hearty cocido on a blustery fall day makes me think of the holiday.

Cocido madrileño

is a type of stew that’s traditionally cooked in an olla de barro, or earthenware pot, over several hours.

The main ingredients usually

include the following:

Chickpeas
Potato
Carrot
Repollo (cabbage)
Acelga (chard)
Tocino (similar to panceta)
Chorizo
Morcilla
Ham
Chicken
Beef

The special thing about cocido is the fact that it is served in at least three vuelcos (courses): first the broth with small noodles called fideos, next the chickpeas and vegetables, and finally the meats and embutidos (sausages, in this case the chorizo and morcilla).

The first *vuelco* of cocido at Charolés in El Escorial

Like all cuisines, Madrileños take their cocido seriously. One of my favorite websites about the stew is the simply named Cocido Madrid. It describes itself as a página de un grupo de amigos que desde hace más de 10 años se reúnen cada mes para degustar un cocido madrileño (page by a group of friends who have gotten together every month to enjoy cocido madrileño for over 10 years). The website is an ever-evolving in-depth ranking of the best cocidos in the province. What makes the site special (and useful) is that the authors visit any given restaurant multiple times, so you can read about small detalles (details) like if the chickpeas were slightly more al dente compared to usual this time around.

If you hop over to the website, you’ll see that the top-ranked restaurant is Charolés in El Escorial. Up until a couple of months ago I had never heard of the restaurant, but I must have been living under a rock because as soon as I told one of my best friends here that David and I were going to eat cocido in El Escorial she responded, “You’re going to Charolés, aren’t you?”

Charolés is not for the faint of heart, even for an experienced cocido consumer like myself. As mentioned, cocido is traditionally served in three courses, but at Charolés they tout nueve—yes, NINE—vuelcos. In fact, the cocido is such a spectacular that they only serve it three days a week: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. A couple of weeks ago we took a Friday off and decided to try it ourselves.

Business card of sorts for Charolés, explaining the need to limit seating in order to maintain the quality of their *Gran* (great) *Cocido*

I know you want to hear about how amazing the cocido was—and it was exceptional—but what stood out to me was the potato. Te lo juro

, I have never had such a delicious boiled potato. It was arguably the best potato I’ve eaten in my life, or at least the most memorable because who remembers a potato out of nine courses of food? The silky texture, the savory flavor, the perfect amount of salt—this was the potato I had unknowingly been waiting for my entire life. I could have eaten only that potato and left the restaurant happy.

The cocido continues: chickpeas and vegetables (peep that glorious potato in the background) at Charolés

Of course, there was more waiting for us after the potato (which was served at the beginning of the meal with chorizo). In fact, here are all the vuelcos that we ate that day, which if you count them individually (as the restaurant does) add up to thirteen:

Sopa de cocido (broth with the fideo noodles)
Chickpeas (served with cumin-spiced tomato sauce on the side)
Potato and carrot
Cabbage
Sauteéd chard
Ham knuckles
Bone marrow
Beef ribs
Morcilla
Chorizo
Tocino
Relleno
5
madrileño (stuffing with bread crumbs, egg, garlic, and herbs)
Chicken

Midmeal snap at Charolés. Photo credit to David

One would think that after eating your body weight in meat and chickpeas you would be finished, but no—then they bring you a salad at the end. For digestive purposes, naturally.

Along with Charolés, my other favorite place for cocido (and one that I’ve been to many times) is La Bola in the center of Madrid. While Charolés may win the cocido war in meat variety and potato tastiness, I actually prefer La Bola in terms of overall experience. The fideos there are more a mi gusto

(in my opinion they were a bit overcooked at Charolés), and the restaurant gets extra points for the cozy vibe emitted by the dark wood and window seats. La Bola also holds a special place in my heart since it was the first place I ever ate cocido, back in 2015.

Cocido is traditionally served in the fall and winter (hence my association with Thanksgiving), although you can find it year-round in certain restaurants. I’m all for breaking food traditions, but only eating cocido in cooler weather is one that I stand by. It’s a dish that llena mucho

, and the thought of eating it on a sweltering summer day does not bring up good thoughts.

Action shot from eating cocido at La Bola last year to celebrate my five year anniversary in Madrid. I’m also partial to the little clay pots they use there for serving. Photo credit again to David.

Last weekend we went to a friend’s house to eat homemade cocido, a tradition that he has every year to celebrate his birthday. Gathering around a table surrounded by friends, sharing food and wine and stories and laughter—it felt like an American Thanksgiving. At the risk of sounding cursi

, the experience made me truly thankful, for my life, my experiences, my friends, and my family.

Wishing you and yours a day of happiness, togetherness, and excellent food, no matter where you are in the world. Comments are open, so feel free to let me know how you’re spending the next few days (even if it has nothing to do with Thanksgiving) below!