Here are some suggestions for eating gluten free in Barcelona, in no particular order:
1. Gocce di Latte. El Born. All of the ice cream is gluten free, most of it is egg free, and they make a gluten free pancake. AMAZAmazingING!
2. Dusa. Carrer D’Avinyo. El Barrio Gotic. A dedicated gluten free section filled with bread options, etc.
3. Bread and Circuses. Blasco de Garay 59. Poble Sec. A great gluten free sandwich bun. I’ve been twice, and they ran out of buns and made me an enormous salad instead. Wonderful.
4. Gelateria D’Asturies. Carrer d’Asturies and Cerrer del Torrent de L’Olla. Gracia. Fresh horchata, and gluten free cones! Try adding a scoop of ice cream to your horchata.
5. Mercad de Santa Caterina. El Born. This food market isn’t too busy, and most of the stall owners will gladly take their time to chat with you. Lots of products listed sensa gluten or sin gluten on them, but everyone was happy to direct me to the best products. There is also stand featuring organic food, and gluten free dry goods near a side exit (sorry, I don’t recall the name).
6. Just passed the intersection of Via Laietana and Aviendo de la Cathedral on the east side of the street is a huge organic shop that features gluten free options. I can’t recall the name, sorry. But, you can’t miss it.
All in all, most of the waitresses have been super helpful in picking out the right options. On more than one occasion, fish has not been battered before its been fried for me. Though, its been rare that we’re encountered batter fish at all.
Only two days in, but I feel like we’ve seen a bunch. One thing I love about Barcelona: it’s pretty tiny. 5 streets counts as a neighbourhood. I always thought the bloorcourt, bloordale, and Dufferin Grove distinctions were silly. Do … Continue reading →
The market building us neato. We had a great morning shopping for food. And my massive hungarian roma bag( yes, i did buy it from a roma woman at a market) came in handy. We bought: figs, olives, shrimp, mussels, … Continue reading →
Did I tell you about the one with the jamonchik? I think I forgot.
So, we were sitting in a restaurant, a not too shabby one with white table cloths, near the beach. At the table next to us was a Ukrainian family: baby, husband, wife, and mother in law. The guy clearly knows the owner and they bring him a bottle of vodka(classic!). The little girl is running around, and heads out the doors then back in through the doors. Neither the mom or Baba are paying attention (not so classic). The girl walks up to our table and grabs one of the buns from the basket, bites into it and walks off! Amazing! We all laughed. The waiter then took the bun from her and brought it back sliced in half with some sopressata in it. The dad then offered the girl some jamonchik (HA-mon-chick) or Spkrainian for little pork. Jamonchik is now our word for any meal. Want some jamonchik?
Only a half day in Barcelona and I’m already a fan. We are staying on the 4th(5th if you count floor 0 as 1) of a gothic walk up. The stairway is incredible! I absolutely went through a German expressionist film phase in undergrad, and this stairwell excites that part of me so much. I guess it’s hard to walk up, but it’s so cool. Our apartment has a garland of vintage postcards, and some framed vintages photos, including one of John and Yoko . We had a good laugh with the girl we are renting from about the photo, another funny coincidence.
I reread the culinary backstreets entries on Barcelona, and found Andorra. I sounded perfect for us. It was a short walk over from our place down past the little Gaudi palace. It looked great. The doors, bar and booth were original to the place from the 1930’s and it had cute DIY details like woven lamps. The menu was pretty extensive, and featured, of course, fish. I’ve given up on eating veggies out, so I eat a few servings extra at lunch. We ordered our new fave salad: red peppers and tuna, but this one came with olives, sardines, and roasted peeled eggplant. I stay away from nightshades, so M ate the eggplant, but from few bites I had it was smoky, and the added honey was nice. The sardines were about half a foot long, and so salty. I used to never eat salt, but I’m learning to love it. We also had a tapas of tuna poached in cava which was so delightful, light, and kind if earthy. And, we had some horse covered in fois gras. This was a tricky thing for me. I do eat meat, and I do have sympathy toward animals, I don’t take eating meat lightly. M reminded me about the owners comments on ethically sourcing food. I enjoyed it more than I anticipated. It was not gamey like caribou or moose. It was soft, and tasted nutritious ( if that makes any sense). I often avoid beef because if the sustainability of it, but also the flavour. This was actually yummy. I’m not yet sure how I feel about this discovery, but I’m not worried about it either.
Our street is filled with bars, including the greaser bar across the street with a heart made of doll heads.
I love Valencia. Everything is close. Biking doesn’t take long and there are valenbisi ( their bixi) stations everywhere. It’s never crowded… Though this crowded thing is actually an issue. I was reading an article before we arrived about all the money was put into modernizing the city (nearly a billion for the city of arts and sciences) and given the lack if employment, the city is a kind of ghost town. Actually, it feels a little like St. Catherines only a billion times nicer and without the drunken street fights.
We’ve eaten so well! I emphasize this, of course, because I was worried. A girl can only eat so many rice crackers. But, the regular grocery store has loaves of gf (sin gluten) bread for 2 EU, and cookies too. And, it actually tastes good! Even better than my $6 loaves back home. Would I consider moving for cheaper food? Maybe.
Uh oh… Train time! Back soon.
Right. So, the food was amazing. The market featured so many varieties of cured pork. This of course reminded me of snacking on prosciutto (plain, baked with dates and goat cheese or otherwise) and sipping in sparkling with Marina, and then I noticed that they had a cured meat called Marina. Strange coincidence.
We pretty much fell in love with a restaurant called Garibai. We had fish upon fish; tuna on red pepper, bacaloa pil-pil, squid in their own ink; and, local wine. Plus, the walls were lined with vintage posters.
The city of arts and sciences was filled with tremendous white mosaic buildings. When we first rode through the park near it several bright green birds were flying in formation, and lots of fit people were hanging out or jogging. It definitely resembles a utopian future. At least in this future there are two horchata stands! We saw an IMAX film about the Nile, and i discovered a competitive sport that I’m actually good at (I never thought that would happen): mindball! Mindball monitors your brain functions, and the more relaxed person had their ball moved into the net of the other person. I won twice, easily. All that meditation finally paid off. 🙂
I usually think of us as a boring couple. We eat quinoa on most days; we go to bed early ish; we love staying in; and, we love going for walks to High Park. But, I guess even we have … Continue reading →