Tonight Rachel and I ate at a Catalan restaurant and it was delicious, but the service was something out of Eastern Europe. After our long journey of navigating the streets of Barcelona and Rachel almost killing me in the process, our waitress, which I nick named “Svetlana” started by asking if we had a reservation in a rude tone(the restaurant was empty) and then proceeded to be nasty when we picked a table.
Then to my surprise, a nice older man came out and read us what would be available to order. Through the accent and long list, I just ordered what I remembered and hoped for the best. I got the white beans with clams, and Rachel got the artichokes with ham, both delicious. For the main course we split a 1 kilo sea bass which was grilled flesh side down, served with poached potatoes and a marinated roasted bell pepper. To top it off we got some chocolate truffles and some coffee. A delicious, simple meal that I will definitely remember. My burps taste like gyros so maybe I can make a combination of those things and start a new rage.
Salty Apron 
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