Antoni Gaudí’s undulating bench seat in Barcelona’s Park Güell.
bustling Berbena.
market produce
beef tongue with miso and mustard at Berbena
Bar del Pla.
If it’s possible to feel more like you’re in Barcelona than I do right now, then you had better tell me how. It’s Sunday, rolling towards noon and I’m in Bodega Quimet, a rustic bar in the artsy, village-like neighbourhood of Gràcia. It’s standing room only and we’re clustered by the door, enveloped in the hubbub. Wooden barrels marked with chalk labels (vermut, Oporto, Malaga) are racked high along the sides of the narrow room and the servery is lined with point-and-pick tapas: glistening olives, striated oyster shells, lolling anchovies, ensaladilla with tuna and tomato. Drinking vermouth and nibbling a few tapas before a slow Sunday lunch is – I was going
