A Taste of Barcelona
So, I was originally holding out to give you one big taste of España… but, well, how do I put this. We’ve eaten too much. Putting it all in a single post would leave your browser more deep fried than croquettes. So the only solution was to break it down by region. I’ll start with Barcelona, where I had a very manageable amount of food.
The first night I arrived, Sara took me to her favorite tapas bar. We sidled up to the bar within pointing distance from the food, the best way to eat tapas. You can probably credit childhood memories of Spain, but for whatever reason Spanish food makes me feel right at home. I could eat this way forever (for the record, my pants would like you to know that they disagree).
My last night in town we went out for a seasonal Catalan specialty: calçotadas. This is a celebration of the harvest of the calçots, a larger and milder green onion. They are grilled over open flame until charred. To eat them, you slide off the outer layer, dip in a salbitxada sauce (essentially a romesco), tilt back your head and drop it in.
