Saturday, July 10 – Barcelona: [Deb here] After a quick breakfast of freshly squeezed oranges, croissants, coffee, we went off to the market in the center of town, off of the main street, La Rambla. B was particularly impressed with the skill with which they filleted anchovies:
We bought some pistachios from Iran, some aged Manchego, and some fine acorn-fed jambon (95 euros per kilo). As we’d hoped, we found a fabulous selection of olives at the market as well. Then a break with olives and cappuccino:
We had lunch at a small neighborhood trattoria between our hotel and the much-needed laundromat. On the way to the restaurant, we spotted this apartment building with an awning of plants:
Our lunch was tuna tartare (with guacamole):
and octopus on potatoes:
Then we hit the laundromat:
We had dinner near the beaches and the port of Barcelona that evening. Among the folks having drinks and watching world cup soccer after a day at the beach, we found this restaurant where the chef had worked at El Bulli before it closed. The meal was only acceptable but the dishes sure looked fine.
The salt cod balls, unusual for having a cube of fish instead of a paste:
the pimentos with anchovies were terrific:
the fried fish (somewhat a cross between an anchovy and a sardine):
and finally, some marvelous squid with a superior onion jam:
[B here} We’ve left out the pictures of the creepy crawly things that Deb left on the plate: we thought of entitling this post: “Deb goes to seafood restaurant and goes home hungry.” But, in fact, she ate a lot.