Repost, from the deceased bullfighter thread.
An American tourist stopped at a local restaurant while wandering around Madrid...
While sipping his wine, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking platter being served at the next table. Not only did it look good, the smell was wonderful. He asked the waiter, "What is that you just served?"
The waiter replied, "Si, Señor, you have excellent taste! Those are called Cojones, the testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!"
The American said, "I will have the same please."
The waiter replied, "I am so sorry, Señor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early tomorrow morning and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy."
The following day the American returned, placed his order, and that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day. After a few bites, inspecting his platter, he called to the waiter and said, "These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday."
The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Si, Señor. The bull, he does not always lose."