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Bohemic

In Uncategorized on April 19, 2010 at 1:05 pm

One important thing to remember when traveling in Spain, don’t plan on anything during siesta, a lesson we quickly learned when trying to eat at world famous Albert Adria’s Tapas restaurant. Written up as a tribute to old world style tapas that both the Adria’s grew up eating, we were curious to see the differences between the two brothers cuisine. We arrived excited and disappointed simultaneously. The restaurant was closed for either a wedding or a funeral, as our Spanish is a little rusty. We looked around and noticed that the street was eerily quiet. In the space of a few minutes every dog, cat, baby, person and street vendor had disappeared to what we could only conclude was nap or partake in an afternoon delight.

Then out of nowhere our savior appeared. His gestures were the only thing larger then his smile. Pointing, flapping, using jazz hands no English was exchanged, but he knew we were hungry.

We followed him eagerly and as he yelled back at us in Catalan, Hannah deciphered that he was friends of the Adria’s and knew of a place we should go. As he walked us there, rambling on, we nodded and smiled politely, we stopped in front of a red curtained restaurant and cautiously entered uncertain of our fate.

The restaurant was casually full of businessmen and woman with a few leisurely retirees eating their way through what looked like was going to be an experience. It was obvious as we were led to our table that we were the only Americans they had seen in quite awhile and that no one spoke any English. It had all the indicators of perfection.

We quickly learned that the waitress was the chef’s mother and owned the restaurant, her husband also helped out waiting tables and working behind the bar. The chef was by himself in the kitchen cooking for a 24-seat restaurant. We asked if they could just order for us, with the two stipulations being, we ate everything, and liked to eat a lot.

Nothing on the outside made the restaurant amazing, but the food and service were exceptional. Everything from baby droppers to mason jars was employed as food receptacles and although pretty our meal was far from pretentious or exotic. We were exposed to new flavors, but they weren’t on the plate for the sake of being unique, but just seemingly natural pairings of influences on the chef. This mixture of French and Catalan was hands down the best we had while traveling, especially when we left with a hug, kiss and other restaurant recommendations from the family.

The cuenta came and we handed over our money without even questioning the bill. We talked about the last time we were really eager to pay at a restaurant, instead of questioning value for money. We left feeling like we had supported both a labor of love and an honest tribute to good cooking.  Bohemic’s value was immeasurable.

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