First meal in Barcelona was at Quimet & Quimet, established in 1904. With all the media exposure, I was reluctant, fearing a parody of a genuine tapas bar.
My fears proved unfounded, we totally enjoyed our first Catalonian tapas. The barman, a fifth generation family member, was gracious and took good care of us noobs.
We were already back out on the sidewalk when the barman called us back for a last taste treat, a spoonful each of some kind of very alcoholic tasting custard/honey out of a tin. Nice finishing touch to an enjoyable nosh.
You seem to eat well wherever you travel!! We thought the prices quite reasonable, though we had no previous benchmarks to measure against.
Generous pours of vermouth @ €2.75. I gave the barman carte blanche for a beer, he presented the house brew @ €2.50 for a 30cl glass. Went nicely with the salty tapas.
We are fans of just about any market, with food stands. Walked and grazed The Boqueria today. Mind Blown. Details to follow.
Joana, the other Quimet (sister), was our favorite, but she’s on the day shift now.
I hate to say, though, that the dude on the end, nearest the door to the back, waited on us this last time - first time I’d seen him. He was terribly rude and just a pill. Thank goodness the food is as good as it is, and the other Quimet, the brother, made up for it.