We’d booked a direct flight from Boston to Madrid ten months in advance. Then Iberia nixed that direct flight and altered our schedule SIX TIMES, routing us through JFK with five-hour layovers. Nice. Still, we were going to Madrid, one of our favorite cities. Even our early-morning arrival did not dampen our spirits enough to prevent Dr. Blake from cozying up to this gargantuan fried calamari sandwich at El Brillante, home of (allegedly) the best such sandwiches in town. No argument from us. We lunched there every day we were in Madrid.