Barcelona eats

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This paella made by our Airbnb hosts was the best thing I ate in Barcelona. Rice with bite on the inside, coated in gooey stickiness on the outside, into which the vegetables were melting…what magic zucchini…

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No, wait – it was the apple frosting on this croissant donut, looking like buttercream but almost as light as whipped cream, with a lump of apple fondant in the middle…

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Or maybe it was this giant dulce de leche-filled churro, wolfed down three at a time under streetlamps after dark?

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Or the omlette behind this sausage – notice the crisping on the skin of the sausage?

The three days I spent in Barcelona excited me more food-wise than three months in Paris. It’s food to be eaten, by everyone – there isn’t this huge and obvious segmentation into haute cuisine and the quotidian, and the range of ingredients is broader. The pastries are less demandingly beautiful but no less delicious.

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Seeing as this is Spain, paella and tapas are the must-eats. I’m still dreaming about that paella but was less thrilled by the tapas. I still enjoyed them, but I’m not that into meat and sausage is definitely the main attraction. With most priced at 1 euro each, self-serve tapas are a carnivore’s paradise. They’re a pretty casual bar thing too, so don’t be surprised if they’re lukewarm.

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I passed the super-spicy sausage under the blistered pepper to a friend because the flavor was overwhelming for me, but the darker sausages, one covering a velvety vegetable spread and one topped with creamy garlic sauce, were great. In the back is whipped cream with mini cream puffs and cookie crumbs.

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A friend’s plate – lots of variety.

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We both went back for one more when we saw these. The best bite because of those salty, vinegary crispy bits.

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One of many stunning views from Montjuich, a huge forested hill with a huge castle on top. The slopes are gentle so they aren’t demoralizing, but the hill is big enough that you’ll burn off at least one head-sized filo-wrapped feta pastry. I’ve already booked another trip to Barcelona for later this month.

Full review of the place with the crazy croissant donut, chök.

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