Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Roza's Tas Kebab

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I'm a nostalgic person. I take a lot of pictures so I'll always remember happy memories. I've kept several of my favorite childhood toys. There are a lot of ways to remember important moments and people, whether it's with things, photographs, or in today's case with food.

My aunt Roza passed away in September. Like any good Armenian woman, she loved to cook and feed people. She was famous for her rice pilaf, her poohree macaron, her baklava, and her tas kebab. She was also an avid fan of this blog, and loved to call me up to ask me about recipes I had tried out and shared, or to ask my advice on dishes she wanted to try making herself.

We would always task my aunt with making her tas kebab for family gatherings and special occasions. She made the best tas kebab, and we left it to her knowing it would never disappoint. Sadly I was not able to make it with her to see her methods or learn her secrets. I knew the list of ingredients she used and the general method of prep, and decided to recreate her tas kebab in her honor and write down the recipe so we will always be able to make it.


It took a couple attempts to get it just right. The recipe is incredibly simple, but the broth is very flavorful, and the beef is so tender it falls apart. This tas kebab is hearty, comforting, and deliciously spiced with whole peppercorns, allspice berries, and ground cinnamon. It's best served over a mound of rice pilaf so the broth can soak into the rice.


Tasting this tas kebab brings back so many memories of my aunt. It tastes just like hers, and I'm sure she would be so proud that I was able to recreate this beloved dish.


I've said it before and I will say it again, please do yourselves a favor and write down any family recipes shared by parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, whoever in your family is responsible for your favorite flavors of nostalgia. Take the time to measure the ingredients, write them down, retest them, and save them. I'm glad I was able to recreate this tas kebab, but if the dish had been more complicated I doubt I would have ever gotten it to match hers, and that would have been a travesty.


Although this is my comfort dish and not necessarily yours, I encourage you to try your hand at making this tas kebab in honor of my aunt. She lived her life for those she loved, and feeding them around the clock was always part of the deal. Even though she's gone, I'm happy I can now feed my stomach AND my soul with this tas kebab recipe.


Roza's Tas Kebab
Serves 6 to 8

3 pounds beef chuck, cubed into 2-inch pieces
1/4 cup tomato paste
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 tablespoons kosher salt
1 tablespoon whole black peppercorns
1 tablespoon allspice berries
2 bay leaves
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
Rice pilaf, for serving

Bring 6 cups of water to a boil in a large saucepan. Set aside.

Rinse the beef with cold water. Drain and add to a large pot. Cover with cold water by about 2 inches. Heat over medium-high heat, skimming impurities off the surface. When the water starts to boil, remove from the heat, drain into a colander and rinse the beef with cold water.

Wipe the pot clean, add the beef back along with 6 cups of boiled water, the butter, tomato paste, and all of the seasonings. Return to high heat and bring to a boil. Lower the heat to simmer covered for about 2 1/2 hours or until the beef is easily cut with the side of a spoon (my aunt would cook it until the meat was actually falling apart so aim for significantly longer than fork tender).

Tas kebab is best when made a day or more ahead of time and reheated prior to serving, as this allows the flavors to develop. Serve the tas kebab spooned over rice pilaf in wide serving bowls or plates.

*Note* You will have to pick out the peppercorns and allspice berries as you eat. This is the way my aunt always made this dish so that is how I wrote the recipe, however it wouldn't be a bad idea to perhaps tie those spices into a cheesecloth and cook the tas kebab with the spice bundle for easy removal later instead of loose spices.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Guinness Bread

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Earlier this summer, I had the privilege of visiting Ireland, truly one of the most beautiful countries I've ever seen. At breakfast one morning in Derry, Northern Ireland I lightly toasted a slice of Guinness bread, slathered it in Irish butter and strawberry jam, and my life changed forever.


I was so impressed by this delicious and simple morning treat, with its hearty texture and complex flavors, that I vowed I would recreate it upon my return to the states.


Fast forward 150 days, and I FINALLY followed through on my plans to bring my newly beloved Guinness bread into my kitchen and home.

Before baking

After baking

The recipe is incredibly simple and is mostly comprised of oats and whole wheat flour for the dry mixture, and Guinness and buttermilk for the wet mixture.


My Guinness bread turned out fantastic! It was crumbly and crusty on the outside, tender, slightly sweet and malty on the inside.


Although you can slice and eat this bread as is, I like to slice and toast it in the toaster oven. Let it cool completely before buttering it because the butter will melt right into the bread if you're impatient like I tend to be :)


Irish butter is arguably the best butter in the world, so definitely splurge both in cost and calories to get the good stuff. I topped my toasted slices with a generous smear of Kerrygold and a couple spoonfuls of my homemade plum jam (omg it's amazing!).


Guinness Bread
Makes one loaf
(Adapted from The Barefoot Contessa)

1 cup quick-cooking oats (not instant), plus extra for sprinkling (I used old-fashioned rolled oats)
2 1/4 cups whole wheat flour
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup dark brown sugar, lightly packed
2 1/4 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 teaspoons kosher salt
1 (11- to 12-ounce) bottle Guinness extra stout beer, at room temperature
1 cup buttermilk, shaken
5 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted, plus extra for brushing the pan
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Salted butter, such as Irish Kerrygold

Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.

In a large bowl, combine the oats, whole wheat flour, all-purpose flour, brown sugar, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. In a separate bowl, whisk together the beer, buttermilk, melted butter, and vanilla. Make a well in the dry ingredients and pour the wet ingredients into the well. With your fingers, stir the batter from the middle of the bowl to the outside, until it’s well mixed. It will look more like cake batter than bread dough.

Brush a 9×5×2 1/2-inch loaf pan with melted butter. Pour the batter into the pan and sprinkle the top with oats. Put the bread in the oven, immediately turn the temperature down to 400 degrees F, and bake for 45 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean. Turn the bread out onto a baking rack and allow to cool completely. Slice and serve with salted butter, toasting slices in a toaster oven if desired.




Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Barcelona - Days 8 & 9 - Travels & Recap

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Yesterday we took a look at what was supposed to be our last day in Barcelona. Things didn't really work out that way, but let's start from the beginning. Our Saturday flight wasn't scheduled to depart until 12:20 pm, so we headed to Barcelona-El Prat International Airport with plenty of time to spare. Barcelona Airport although quite beautiful and open with lots of light and plenty of shops, can be very disorganized and confusing.

We would be taking Joon, a subsidiary of Air France, from Barcelona to Paris, then Air France from Paris to Boston.

After checking our bags, we made it through security and ended up in a big crowd of people trying to get through Passport Control. There were no airport employees around to help direct us on what to do or where to go, there was no clear signage on who had to wait in line here and who didn't, and since we were flying internationally we joined the chaos in front of us in an effort to make it through Passport Control so we could get to our gate.

It was a hot mess. It felt like herding cattle. There was one airport employee who was about to lose it. She was running back and forth, yelling at people who wouldn't listen, trying to wrangle travelers into actual lines, etc. It was a HOT MESS. She even chased some poor lady away from the European Passports line for not listening to her and getting in the wrong line. I can't even put into words what a clusterf-ck it was (pardon my French, but it was really that bad).

While in the line for Passport Control, which made the lines at Disney World look tame in comparison, Lucy and I both got email alerts and alerts on our Delta app that our flight from Barcelona to Paris was cancelled. Let that sink in. We're in the center of chaos, we have tried asking any airport staff we have seen to help us make sure we are even in the right line (apparently we weren't!) and we are now notified that our flight was cancelled.

We decided to stick it out and get through Passport Control since we were close to the front of the line by now, and figured we would go to the gate and see what was up. That turned into another problem, because once we got through Passport Control, it opened up into 2 different terminals which were not the right terminals. We again tried asking for help, and no one would help us.

We managed to find a security guard, and basically went back through a different entrance, had to get our passports checked AGAIN at a different booth to get back into the main post-security area so we could go to the correct terminal. So we get to the correct terminal but there is no gate number listed for our now-cancelled flight. We find an information desk after much walking and are told we have to go to baggage claim, collect our bags, and go back up to the area where we checked our bags to get rebooked on another flight.

We trek all the way back from the terminal, go to baggage claim, wait for our bags, head upstairs to the baggage check/ticketing area, wait in the slowest moving line ever to be finally helped by an Air France agent who can rebook us.

Let me interrupt for a moment to inform you that neither of us have eaten breakfast. Our plan was to eat something at the airport. That obviously didn't happen.

The Air France team had pulled up an airplane cart with some bottled waters, sodas, and crackers, so that was nice. We were able to snag a few crackers and some water while we waited, but oh my god we were just so exhausted at this point.

We had gotten email alerts that we were rebooked for a flight the following morning at the crack of dawn, but were really hoping we could get booked on ANY flight today getting us back to Boston today instead of tomorrow. When it was our turn we spoke with the ticketing agent who informed us there were no flights through any of Delta's carriers that could get us back to Boston today. The first flight out would be the one we were automatically rebooked for the next morning at 6:14 am. We didn't really have a choice so they confirmed our flight with us and printed boarding passes, but only for the first leg from Barcelona to Paris. They said we would have to print our other boarding passes once we arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport. That felt a little odd to us, but we couldn't do anything about it.

Then we moved to another line where we had to wait in order to have a different agent book our hotel for the night. Sigh. We were booked along with several other passengers from our flight at the Hotel Alfa by Best Western not too far from the airport. Then we had to wait a bit longer with the others who would be going to the same hotel. We ended up sitting on the floor and waiting until the Air France agent came over to explain how to get to the shuttle which would take us to the hotel.

So the group of us headed in that general direction. Got confused several times, as the signs weren't very clear, but eventually we made it to the shuttle area where we waited. And waited. And waited.

The shuttle arrives. Hallelujah! We're on our way to the hotel, FINALLY after hours and hours and hours at the airport.

The hotel itself was clean and conveniently located near the airport. It even lists departing flights on screens in the lobby, so I can imagine it's often used for airline guests who need to be put up for the night, and travelers who just need a place to stay close to the airport. This is not somewhere you'd plan to stay if you want to spend a week in the city. It's not that convenient.

By the time we arrived at the hotel it was after 2 pm, and we were surviving on water and a few cheese crackers. We checked in, dropped our stuff off in our room and immediately headed to the hotel restaurant. We had received vouchers from the airline for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We were offered menus for a 3 course meal, although other diners who didn't have vouchers were able to order off of a standard a la carte menu.


I had the fisherman's rice, the fried fish, and ice cream. Lucy had the pasta, the chicken hamburger, and the cheesecake. The food in general was quite sad, but we were starving so it was nice and comforting to finally sit down for a hot meal. I thought the fisherman's rice was pretty decent. It was super comforting and nicely seasoned. Lucy had been craving pasta for days, so she was happy with a bowl of Bolognese even though I thought it was overcooked. The main course across the board was meh. Dessert was alright. I took these pictures with my iPhone because I had stopped caring at this point :-D







When I had mentioned to some family and friends that our flight was cancelled, and we'd be spending another night in Barcelona, they all said "That's great! You'll have another day in the city to do stuff!" But unfortunately it wasn't like that. Although we got another night in Barcelona, we were at the airport most of the day, had a flight SUPER early the next morning so planned to go to bed early, and were just so physically exhausted, and even further away from the city center than we were at our previous hotel, that there was no way we planned to venture out at this point.

We spent hours in our room watching the HGTV show Buying and Selling with the Property Brothers in Spanish.

The hotel dining room didn't open until 8 pm for dinner, and after our late 2:30 pm lunch we weren't super hungry, but we didn't want to eat even later than 8 pm since we had to go to bed early to get up early for our flight.

Again, we were offered a 3 course menu for dinner, but we both decided to just stick to a couple simple dishes instead of overdoing it at this hour.


We both started with the chicken noodle soup. It was obviously made with homemade broth, which was very comforting and flavorful. There was very little chicken in the soup, however. Lucy had 2 small pieces, and I had none. It was basically just broth with a tiny bit of noodles.


We both also got the spaghetti with tomato sauce and cheese. I thought it was pretty awful to be honest. The cheese was melted in one giant pile on top, and the sauce was very thick, almost like a paste. I just ate some of the pasta and sauce and moved the cheese aside. As a pasta lover this was just a travesty, but I know I needed some nourishment.


Bedtime was early tonight, since we were getting picked up at 4 am to go to the airport. We were really concerned when the Air France folks said 4 am because we were afraid it wouldn't be enough time to check in, etc before our 6:14 am flight, but that's what the airline set up so we just went with it.

The hotel had prepared bagged breakfasts for us since we were leaving too early to use our breakfast voucher in the dining room. We each got a ham sandwich on a small baguette, a yogurt, a water, a small bottle of orange juice, and an apple. At this hour we couldn't eat much. I drank my water and some of my orange juice, and saved the ham sandwich to eat at the airport when I had more of an appetite. We had to throw away the yogurts and the rest of our juices before going through security anyway.

Air France actually sent a taxi since I guess the airport shuttle didn't operate that early. I'm pretty sure our taxi driver was auditioning for Nascar! He was driving 150 km/hr (that's over 90 miles/hr)! Somehow we safely made it to the airport, and waited in line again to check our bags. The lines moved pretty quickly, thank goodness, and we double checked with the Air France agent about Passport Control to see if it was even necessary after yesterday's debacle. Apparently since the first leg of our trip was still within the European Union (to France) we didn't need to go through Passport Control after all! That was a relief, although funnily enough after getting through security we found the line for Passport Control to be completely empty! What a difference from yesterday's situation, which was a total circus. In any case, we bypassed Passport Control and headed to terminal B where our gate would be located. Grabbed some coffees and waited until they posted our gate number.

The first leg of our flight on Joon was only 1 1/2 hours, and there was no food service. The flight was totally fine, no issues whatsoever.

I had flown through Charles de Gaulle airport in the past, and remembered it being kind of a nightmare between connecting flights because in the past, not sure why, we had to pass through security (get our carry on bags scanned, etc) in between flights. That didn't happen at all on this trip, and our experience at Charles de Gaulle airport was a complete dream compared to yesterday's insanity at Barcelona's airport.

As soon as we debarked from our plane, there were machines set up to print boarding passes, so we took turns printing out the boarding passes for our next flight. Turns out Air France gave us seats far apart from each other, so after making our way through Passport Control here (no line to speak of!) and to our next gate (no hold ups here either!) we went to the desk at our gate and asked the agent to move our seats. They were easily able to accommodate us, and we got a pair of seats right by the window (not in the middle section like our last long leg).

We got more coffee and something to eat, and checked out some of the shops until it was time to board.

Instead of flying Air France like we were supposed to do the day before, this flight from Paris to Boston was on Delta. When it was time to board, we headed down the jetway and discovered they were actually going to bus us to our plane. We weren't getting on a plane at that actual gate. Very odd, but my parents mentioned they had to do the same thing last spring for a flight connecting through Charles de Gaulle, so I'm thinking that the airport has just run out of gates for all the planes? Who knows! In any case, we boarded a bus, and the bus actually drove for a while through parts of the airport I didn't know existed, and eventually we made it to what looked like a giant parking lot near some hangars where there were about 6 or 7 planes parked. We got off the bus and took some stairs to get onto the plane. We actually wondered what the airline would do for anyone with mobility issues in a situation like this since they couldn't wheel them right onto the plane.


We actually recognized some of the Delta crew who were all Boston based, so we're sure at least most of the crew was the same crew we had on our Delta flight from Boston to Amsterdam the week before! What a crazy coincidence since we weren't even flying through the same connecting city.

The plane was great, and the flight was great. I ended up watching 3 movies on the way back, all of which I wanted to see but hadn't yet seen--Solo: A Star Wars Story, I, Tonya, and The Shape of Water. That's the one good thing about a long-ish flight on a plane with screens on the back of each seat, and lots of movies and television shows to pick from. There's no lack of entertainment to help the time fly while YOU fly.

We were served lunch on this flight, along with some more bites later in the flight.


Lucy selected the chili chicken with spicy Hollandaise sauce, and I got the gnocchi in basil cream sauce with toasted pine nuts. I didn't try her chicken at all, so I can't comment, but overall my gnocchi wasn't bad. The sauce was thick and creamy. I particularly liked the dessert, which was a Black Forest style dessert in a cup.



Oh, look! We're flying by Greenland! What a view...



And right around the time we were flying by Greenland, the flight attendants dropped off Magnum Mini Classic ice cream bars as a dessert/snack. It's like they knew we were looking at something cold and icy out the window.


Less than an hour before we were due to arrive, the flight attendants began delivering our pre-arrival meal, which was a choice of 2 packaged sandwiches. We both selected the chicken tikka wrap with mango chutney.


It reminded me a bit of an Indian Hot Pocket, but obviously better than an actual Hot Pocket. It was just a heated wrap, served in its box (in which it was heated). We liked this a lot since we enjoy Indian flavors. It was tasty, but not nearly enough food considering we were already getting quite hungry at this point.



We arrived safe and sound at Logan Airport in Boston, moved very quickly through Customs and Border Protection due to a non-existent line, and the new Mobile Passport app we were using for the first time.

Although the trip back to the United States ended up taking longer than anticipated, with the delay of an entire day, we were very pleased with the way the airline handled everything. Although we had to wait in many lines at the airport, and suffer general exhaustion and uncertainty about getting home, Delta and Air France are commendable in how well the agents at the airport handled it, and also how their claims department handled our claim upon our return. We both filed claims on Air France's website, because due to EU regulations airlines that cancel flights for non-weather reasons are required by law to financially compensate passengers. I've already received my check from Delta (thank you!) and they also reimbursed my credit card for the money I had paid to select my seats in advance on the 2 flights we missed. I did have to call them myself the week after we returned to follow up on our electronic claim forms, but in less than an hour the rep had called me back and handled our cases immediately. I can't thank them enough for making the aftermath of what was a frustrating experience into something that more than makes up for the inconvenience, and restores my faith in the airline.

Although I was worried this dramatic ending to our journey would potentially diminish some of the experience we had throughout the week in Barcelona, it didn't. I absolutely loved this city, from the fantastic architecture to the incredible food, from the rich Olympic history to the oasis of sangria laid before our feet :) It really exceeded my expectations, and I hope I have the privilege of visiting this great city again someday. Perhaps we will plan to return in 2026 when Sagrada Familia will hopefully be finished. Fingers crossed!

Barcelona - October 2018


Monday, October 29, 2018

Barcelona - Day 7 - Montserrat, Oller del Mas, Poble Espanyol, Tablao de Carmen, Magic Fountain

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We have another marathon of a day today, but I promise it will be awesome! Buckle your seat belts. We're going for a ride to Montserrat, a mountain range in Catalonia which translates to "serrated mountain."


We booked this approximately 7-hour-long Montserrat, Tapas and Wine Half-Day Tour. The tour's actually conducted by Castle Experience Wine Tours, although I just checked their website, and it looks like the pricing is the same when you convert currency, so it likely doesn't make a difference which vendor you book through. There are many tours to Montserrat from Barcelona, and you can even take the train on your own, but we liked that this tour not only visits Montserrat but also includes lunch and a wine tasting. More on that later!


We met up at Plaça de Catalunya where we were directed to join our guide Miguel and the rest of our small group. We would be sharing our bus with a few other groups as we headed to our first stop. Along the way one of the guides on our bus gave us a super funny run through of Barcelona's history.


We finally arrived at Montserrat, where we had a 45-minute guided tour of the area with Miguel followed by an hour of free time (more than the tour description lists, which was nice). The mountains themselves are beautiful, truly a sight to behold.


The monastery grounds are quite expansive. Miguel showed us several hotels located right by the monastery where many people come to stay so they can spend several days exploring the area. As you can imagine, having limited time here can have its disadvantages. Even though we had an hour of free time that was nowhere near enough time to wait in line to touch the famous Black Madonna. We did learn that the pipes in the basilica are by the same maker as those in Sagrada Familia. Pretty cool.











Luckily we were able to light some candles during our free time.




I also highly encourage anyone who does this tour to grab a snack at one of the cafes here at Montserrat, because you won't be eating your tapas lunch until after the wine tour. Lucy and I shared an Iberian ham sandwich, so we had something to hold us over until our late tapas lunch.


On our drive from Montserrat to the Oller del Mas vineyard we passed this eerie stretch of land which was the victim of a 3 day long fire in July 2015. Firefighter Marc Sellares later returned to the area and carved 1,200 crosses out of the burned trees. It's now called El Bosc de les Creus, or the Forest of Crosses and serves as a memorial to the lost woodland. Honestly it's pretty creepy but also pretty cool. It felt very Tim Burton-esque.


Finally we arrive at Oller del Mas, a vineyard, wine cellar, and 10th century castle half an hour from Montserrat. The castle was founded in 964 AD, but many parts were rebuilt after Napoleon's reign. The current owner Frank is the 36th generation of the same family running this vineyard.




And it is a stunning piece of land, with an even more stunning view of Montserrat.


This is a chateau winery, meaning all of the wine making steps are done here onsite. Also all the wines made here are ecological aka organic. After a tour of the castle where we learned a bit more about aging the wines (all done in French oak casks, which are milder than other oaks), and a look at the view from the roof top, we sat down for our tapas lunch and wine tasting around 1:30 pm.











There were a couple different options for this tour. One included a multi-course meal, and the other a lighter tapas lunch. Honestly, the tapas were quite satisfying, however it didn't hurt that we also ate a sandwich earlier at Montserrat.



The tapas in general were quite good. My favorites were the two with the meats, the Iberian ham and the hard sausage.


The bite of tortilla española was also really great! It had crispy onion on top which added a nice added bit of flavor and texture! The tuna was my least favorite as it was the least exciting, and probably could have used a touch of acid.


Miguel suggested we drizzle the winery’s olive oil over everything, and that was a great suggestion because the olive oil was top notch.


There was also a dessert, which reminded me a bit of tres leches cake, as it seemed like a sweet milk-soaked cake, but I'm honestly not sure what it's called.


While we pecked at our tapas, we learned that there are 69 wine regions in Spain, with about 14 wineries in this particular region at the feet of the Montserrat range, D.O. Pla de Bages. We would be tasting 3 wines from Oller del Mas, a white and a couple reds.


We also tried out a bit of wine science, and learned to use the flashlights on our cell phones to tell whether our red wines were medium or full bodied.


There were some funny folks in our tour group. At one point when Miguel asked what we smelled when sniffing one of the reds, a guy from California loudly stated "I smell October." That's pretty accurate, I guess!



After a fun and informative meal and wine tasting, we headed back to the bus for our drive back to Barcelona, but not before meeting Vino the family dog! Yes, his name is Vino!


I happily would recommend this tour to anyone who a) is interested in checking out Montserrat, but maybe doesn't need or want to spend an entire day there, b) loves wine, c) wants to do a wine tasting in a 10th century castle slash vineyard, and d) loves having fun!

Drawn by the 5 year old son of the owner

After getting dropped off where we started our day, at Plaça de Catalunya, we grabbed a quick café con leche at Farggi Cafe for a little pick me up before continuing with our afternoon.


So apparently this particular day, October 12, was a National Holiday in Spain called Spain Day. We were told it was the one day of the year where you would see lots of Spanish flags in Barcelona, since most of the folks there don't really identify themselves as citizens of Spain but rather citizens of Catalonia. The Catalonia flag is much more prevalent in Barcelona than the Spanish national flag. We saw some people parading around and carrying flags, and statues adorned with Spanish flags and stickers.


Dinner tonight was pre-booked and pre-paid at Tablao de Carmen for their Flamenco Tapas Dinner. Tablao de Carmen is actually located inside Poble Espanyol, an open-air architectural museum originally built for the 1929 Barcelona International Exhibition (World's Fair).


It contains 117 full-scale buildings representing 15 autonomous communities of Spain − Andalusia, Aragon, Asturias, Cantabria, Castilla-La Mancha, Castilla y León, Catalonia, the Valencian Community, Extremadura, Galicia, the Baleric Islands, the Community of Madrid, the Region of Murcia, Navarre, and the Basque Country. It also includes a theater, restaurants, artisan workshops and a museum of contemporary art.




At the time of this post, admission to Poble Espanyol costs 12,60€ for adults, but with an advance booking at Tablao de Carmen you get free admission! For our 6 pm booking, we could arrive as early as 4 pm, but were closer to around 4:30 by the time we made it. That gave us a decent amount of time to explore and shop, however Lucy and I totally fell in love with Poble Espanyol and would have enjoyed more time here, as well as use of the audio guides which I'm sure share a lot more about all of the gorgeous buildings. We definitely missed certain parts, but hope to come back someday to check it out in even more detail.




Perhaps my favorite building here represents the Arcos de la Frontera village in Cádiz, in Andalusia. Holy whitewashed buildings. I just couldn't get enough. It was just SO beautiful.




There are also little exhibits with videos for each geographical region of Spain: North, Center, South, and Mediterranean. The one representing the south was full of orange blossoms, and was just so fragrant and spectacular.


As luck would have it Tablao de Carmen is located in my favorite building, the Arcos de la Frontera.

View from the entrance



Our table was front and center, and quite close to the action.



As I mentioned earlier we opted for the Flamenco Tapas Dinner, but there are heartier (and more expensive) options as well. We thought the tapas menu offered more than enough food to satisfy us, and the more extensive menus in retrospect would have been way too much food.


Let's take a look at our spread. First and foremost, we shared a liter of sangria, because that's the way we roll. Throw in some jumbo green olives, and we're off to a good start.


Next we got a basket of bread, a generous plate of Manchego cheese and Andalusian "bread snacks," and Andalusian salad, which I'm not gonna lie, to me it tastes an awful lot like Russian salad without the meat. I feel like it's the same thing. *Shrugs*




The next round of food consisted of patatas bravas (these were basically drowned in sauce, a little overwhelming, it was our least favorite rendition of the dish this week), oxtail stew croquettes (neither of us really loved these, they were ok), and bombas aka deep fried potato ball with minced meat filling (they were quite good although nothing would compare to the bombas we enjoyed earlier this week).






Southern-style marinated chicken skewers followed, and were topped with a drizzle of mild allioli (not too garlicky). These were tender and pretty decent. Nothing life-altering here, but for chicken skewers and a much needed protein component to the meal they fit the bill.


Last but not least, dessert arrived during the show but I'll share it now. This Catalan custard is reminiscent of French crème brûlée, and offers a nice finish to the meal.


Overall we thought the food was mediocre in comparison to the tapas we enjoyed throughout the week at other restaurants. However, we weren't here just for the food. It was all about the entertainment!



What can I say about the entertainment here? It was seriously so mesmerizing and fabulous! This is why we were here on our final night, for this experience. We couldn’t understand the lyrics to the music, but our neighboring table spoke Spanish and told us that they are depressing songs about heartbreak, hence all the drama and angry stomping. What a fantastically fun show! There were 2 singers, a guitarist, 2 female dancers, and a male dancer who each performed separately and then did a finale where they all took turns and occasionally danced together. We loved it! I would highly recommend this place.









What a night! And there's still more to come! As we headed out from Poble Espanyol we noticed these bright lights in the sky. My guess was that they had something to do with the Magic Fountain of Montjuïc nearby. Yep, you heard me. A Magic Fountain. It was commissioned for the International Exhibition (or World's Fair) in 1929, and was restored for the 1992 Olympic Games.


A short walk from Poble Espanyol, we discovered we were right. We arrived around 8:20 pm, 40 minutes prior to showtime. The Magic Fountain show schedule varies depending on the time of year, but at the time we visited (October) it only occurred on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays from 9 pm to 10 pm.


It was super crowded, but we found somewhere to sit on the ground and killed some time until 9 pm rolled around, and then the magic began with this incredible music, light, and water show...








What a great way to end our week in Barcelona! We only stayed for about 20 or 25 minutes of the hour long show, because we were already quite exhausted from the day, had to finish packing, and didn't want to get stuck in a massive crowd leaving all at once.

Walking from the Magic Fountain to Plaça Espanya to catch the Metro... oh the crowds!

Good night from the Magic Fountain

Barcelona - October 2018


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