Two mouthfuls in and I’m trying to work out what that lovely taste is. Three mouthfuls in and I realise I’ve made a made a rather significant mistake. As a vegetarian I somehow completely managed to miss the description on the menu which, when double-checking, quite clearly states chorizo – aka good old-fashioned meat. Do I stop and spit it out in disgust? No, I don’t. In for a penny, in for a pound, I scoff the lot. Some morals I have, eh? But, in truth, it was ruddy tasty and having not experienced the smokey taste for years, for those first few mouthfuls I was trying to put my finger on wha…