What I ate in Barcelona, Spain.
In all honesty, I did a pretty pathetic job of eating in Barcelona. I ended up making a lot of salads in my kitchen because, after two months of almost exclusively eating out, it was just nice to have some nice crisp light vegetables. And I was just tired of trying to figure out where to eat and try to get a place for one.
I did a lot of eating in markets. Mercat de Sant Josep de La Boqueria in the center of town was a life saver for a quick bite to eat and some fresh juice. I ate there for lunch all the time.
And sometimes I’d stop into Mercat de Santa Caterina for something to take away.
Sometimes I just wanted something cheap and easy. Like chicken from a place on the beach.
Or beef/pineapple/teriyaki concoction from a create your own stir fry place.
Or pizza found by googling ‘deep dish pizza in Barcelona.’ That was not deep dish. But still tasty.
Or a greasy chicken sandwich and fries from Pans & Company.
And I went out for pintxos a couple of times, simply because it was easiest to pick something from a display.
I did treat myself to a few nice meals. One night I went back to Bubo, the place Ian and I went for dinner, and got a hibiscus cava, octopus and potatoes, and mushroom croquettes. And maybe another chocolate cake.
I went to Cal Pep, a busy tapas bar. For the first time possibly ever being a solo diner paid off and I didn’t have to wait in the long line of people because there was a single stool free.
And, on my last night, I sat at a bar and ordered sangria and tapas and talked with a wonderful couple from Canada about our travels.