At the hostel, I asked the desk guy for a good dinner recommendation. After talking prices and cuisine (ummm..no chinese and no burgers por favor), he directed me down a relatively scary alley to the Placa Reial.I was all kung-fu ready but after a slightly lenghty walk down the alley, holding my breath because of the smell, I made it to the square with limb and wallet intact.
The Placa was a surpise. After walking down Urine Alley, I expected something a little run-down, but it was really nice and lively. There were lots of people (a good mix of locals and tourists) hanging out, lining up for the cervecerias and restaurants. A few street performers were enterta
ining the crowds. But compared to the ones in La Rambla they were good. They actually moved.
There was also an old guy sitting on a lawn chair in the middle of the square. Once in a while he would get up and throw a dirty-looking stuffed cat at people and laugh. I'm not sure if he was insane or another performer. Like an avant-garde one.
I chose a normal looking cerveceria, enough away from the cat-toss area, and proceeded to have a nice, very large tapas dinner. I tell you, there's nothing like Spain for some kickass seafood. After a good two-hours at dinner, I headed back to the hostel, knowing that if I got robbed on the way, I at least had one great meal.
The Placa was a surpise. After walking down Urine Alley, I expected something a little run-down, but it was really nice and lively. There were lots of people (a good mix of locals and tourists) hanging out, lining up for the cervecerias and restaurants. A few street performers were enterta
ining the crowds. But compared to the ones in La Rambla they were good. They actually moved.There was also an old guy sitting on a lawn chair in the middle of the square. Once in a while he would get up and throw a dirty-looking stuffed cat at people and laugh. I'm not sure if he was insane or another performer. Like an avant-garde one.
I chose a normal looking cerveceria, enough away from the cat-toss area, and proceeded to have a nice, very large tapas dinner. I tell you, there's nothing like Spain for some kickass seafood. After a good two-hours at dinner, I headed back to the hostel, knowing that if I got robbed on the way, I at least had one great meal.
Placa Reial after exiting Crime Alley.
Eating my very nice dinner.
Pulpo a la Gallega: Suateed tender octopus on olive oil over potatoes.
Plate o' fried tiny fish.
Monkfish and prawn a la Catalana, in a crab sauce.
Creme Brulee with Bourbon sauce.
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