It’s hungry work, walking around Park Guell. In the taxi over, I do the last minute research as to nearby tapas places that at least do sufficient vegan options. I find Terra Mia, which when we get there is your classic (is that fair? Is this actually a common thing or have I just been to a couple of them?) roadside tapas place, mostly for locals, but perfectly welcoming enough. Doesn’t look like it’ll be much, but oh it is.
We over order. There’s no two ways about this, we absolutely over order. It’s the curse of the tapas.
Alasdair’s options are limited, but he makes do with some padron peppers, some pan con tomate, and some patatas bravas. And, to be fair, I nick some of the pan con tomate and my god that was delicious, he did well there.
My options were suitably wider. Really, no, point 2 is unfair, I over order. I get my own patatas bravas, some croquetas (jamon, of course, classic), and some chorizo (lit aflame before my very eyes!) in oil and a tasteful touch of rosemary to it. I also decide to throw caution and calorie counting to the wind and order some allioli on the side for dipping purposes. Everything is a delight, in that rustic way that obviously - obviously! - they know how to do this stuff and do it well.
So much is wasted. I don’t think we even finish the olives. But I wash it all back with whatever generic beer they bring me and it’s a lovely anniversary, isn’t it.