Sunday June 21
It was our first night in the city, which is very different from Madrid. We found this restaurant on Chowhound.com, and though it wasn't far from our four-star (yay for overbooking and upgrades!) hotel near Plaza Catalunya, it is in a very sketchy neighborhood, with mainly an immigrant population. Lots of Filipino shops, halal butchers, and luckily a Havanan bar, because Mam i Teca doesn't open until 8:30, and we needed a few mojitos to help pass the time.
This is sort of a hippy place, only a few tables, a vast range of single malts (!), and shows slow food's red snail. We started with a celebratory copa di cava, and then the house shiraz, Edra xtra syrah 2005, "a big ol' grape stomp in your mouth."
Espárres girgoles amb padró (grilled mushrooms, asparagus, and green Padron peppers); tender red piquillo peppers, like cardinals' copes, in juicy oil. Confit duck leg (pato, anec) with empurpled shallots, and a crispy Llenguardo fish.
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