March 9, 2014 4 Comments
This is what I think: people of Barcelona eat out an incredible amount. With 3 hours for siesta being observed by all but the biggest most visible shops, they have the time. They do it with other people, big – small, young – old; I am always marvelling at the human mikado that can be lunch. They are a gregarious bunch and I see them all at different points of their lives, living it, that moment – being present. It’s pretty fantastic.
There are a lot of places to eat at, a jumble like my children’s overturned toy boxes. Choice – sure but where to begin? And how to avoid the trap that is specific to Barcelona – a well designed shop with a fumbling kitchen or else missing the grungy hole with spectacular food? Oh and what if I don’t want jamón?It’s a feat to untangle this scene but every now and then I hit gold and think: “Yes, I’m getting somewhere!” Les Tres a la Cuina is one such place. In one of my favourite neighborhoods, Gracia, it’s a small shop. Some bar stools around a high communal table at the entrance and bench seating closer to the kitchen. Read more of this post