The day often begins like this: I drop Alba and Maia at school and then head to a café. Today I am in Bar Mut, my favorite bar in the city. The day is especially cold and I am sitting beside the wide window in a heavy sweater. I’ve eaten a thick, moist wedge of tortilla de patatas (without question the best in Barcelona) and am lingering over a café con leche as I begin the day’s work. The first galleys of Rice Pasta Couscous have come, been marked up, and FedExed back to Chronicle Books, the flap copy rewritten, and the Acknowledgments drafted out (the book is due out next next year). I have turned my attention to the proposal for the new book and hope to get it out to my agent today. Details on that project soon.
Pau Claris, 192 (with Diagonal)
The city’s finest bar. Small, marble floored, lined with wine bottles, and filled with natural light from the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, it offers an incomparable tortilla de patatas for breakfast and interesting creative Catalan cooking any time. Dinner is served in two turns – at 8:30 and 10:15. Reservations needed. There are just two table-topped barrels and some marble counter space. The piano in the corner even gets set with two places. It’s that popular.
Option: A pre-dinner glass of wine and a plate of their boquerones.
Wild mushrooms delivered from: Petras, the legendary La Boqueria stall.