Got up late (again) and went with Jen to search out some lunch. Nothing was really open so I ended up going to the grocery store and getting a random assortment of food. I got a baguette (here only like 60 cents) still warm from the oven, so delicious, and I ate the entire thing shamelessly because it was just that good: close your eyes and smile good. Mmm.
At 7pm I met up with Jen and Kate to go to dinner. We were going to go to the amazing place downstairs, Mamasitas, but it wasn't open until 9pm (yes, Barcelona, we know) so we just decided to go to Las Ramblas where everything's touristy and we knew would be open. We went to the first place we saw because we didn't have time to be super-picky. If I remembered the name I would tell you. We each ordered one plate and ate the bread they give you at the beginning of the meal (they charge you for it here even though they bring it to the table - if you don't want it you just let it sit there). The food was absolutely awful. Not just bad for Spain, because I've only had amazing food here so far, but bad for the U.S. Anywhere. It was horrible. The bread was like little dinner rolls you buy at Costco or get at Denny's, the tomatos on my friend's caprese salad were green, and the chicken I got was just coated in pepper and burned. We should have sent it back to the kitchen. It was 15 Euro per person... Ahhh!!! I asked to talk to the manager and told him it was the worst meal we'd ever had. That made me feel a little better. Just don't eat on Las Ramblas.
After that we went to our final destination for the night: a ballet called Trencanous at the Teatre Condal. The tickets were reasonable. Unfortunately we couldn't read the description of it online because it was in Catalan, so what we didn't realize was that it was a "reinterpretation" of the Nutcracker, the only other professional ballet I've seen. Ironic, I suppose. It was good - what I'd expect for the money - and I definitely want to see another ballet. I don't think Barcelona's known for their ballet but maybe at a bigger theatre here or in Madrid one weekend.
On the way home we were leaving the metro and some guy who looked more Latin-American than Spanish groped my friend Jen while we were walking. I heard her give out a little scream behind me and I thought he just ran into her, because had I known what happened I would have sent my pointy-toed Steve Madden right into his crotch. Jerk.
After I got home I was in my pajamas ready to go to bed when my roommate said she was going to a bar down the road, Pippermint, and another girl I knew was there with her boyfriend, who I really wanted to meet. I decided to just go, Saturday night after all, and we had a pretty good time with the 2-liter Sangrias. We got back reasonably early though, around 2am, and got a good night's sleep.
Like I said, a night of surprises.
At 7pm I met up with Jen and Kate to go to dinner. We were going to go to the amazing place downstairs, Mamasitas, but it wasn't open until 9pm (yes, Barcelona, we know) so we just decided to go to Las Ramblas where everything's touristy and we knew would be open. We went to the first place we saw because we didn't have time to be super-picky. If I remembered the name I would tell you. We each ordered one plate and ate the bread they give you at the beginning of the meal (they charge you for it here even though they bring it to the table - if you don't want it you just let it sit there). The food was absolutely awful. Not just bad for Spain, because I've only had amazing food here so far, but bad for the U.S. Anywhere. It was horrible. The bread was like little dinner rolls you buy at Costco or get at Denny's, the tomatos on my friend's caprese salad were green, and the chicken I got was just coated in pepper and burned. We should have sent it back to the kitchen. It was 15 Euro per person... Ahhh!!! I asked to talk to the manager and told him it was the worst meal we'd ever had. That made me feel a little better. Just don't eat on Las Ramblas.
After that we went to our final destination for the night: a ballet called Trencanous at the Teatre Condal. The tickets were reasonable. Unfortunately we couldn't read the description of it online because it was in Catalan, so what we didn't realize was that it was a "reinterpretation" of the Nutcracker, the only other professional ballet I've seen. Ironic, I suppose. It was good - what I'd expect for the money - and I definitely want to see another ballet. I don't think Barcelona's known for their ballet but maybe at a bigger theatre here or in Madrid one weekend.
On the way home we were leaving the metro and some guy who looked more Latin-American than Spanish groped my friend Jen while we were walking. I heard her give out a little scream behind me and I thought he just ran into her, because had I known what happened I would have sent my pointy-toed Steve Madden right into his crotch. Jerk.
After I got home I was in my pajamas ready to go to bed when my roommate said she was going to a bar down the road, Pippermint, and another girl I knew was there with her boyfriend, who I really wanted to meet. I decided to just go, Saturday night after all, and we had a pretty good time with the 2-liter Sangrias. We got back reasonably early though, around 2am, and got a good night's sleep.
Like I said, a night of surprises.
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