The sheer sizes of dishes got our imagination and saliva run wild. As this was Barcelona, there was no need to speak Spanish: they have menus in Japanese and Russian, let alone major European languages. Besides, our choice was made: just like that lady in When Harry Met Sally, we just pointed to the humongous seafood platter at the next table. Graellada de marisc, I already know that one in Catalan. When I was younger, I used to pick up bed whispers in foreign tongues first, now it is food names. Every season has its pleasures, indeed.
When it arrived, there were at least 1 and half kilos of grilled mussels. A generous amount of pink shrimp (the type called crevettes roses in French) was lying on top of that, crowned with a squid, four fish filets and two langoustines positioned as if they were fighting. Although it all was supposed to be just grilled, it did taste a bit oily. Not as in deep-fried food, but definitely greasier than at Bar Central (I guess I will always compare everything to that). The pan con tomate was just okay while patatas fritas rather disappointing.
Here I had my first white wine sangria, as red wine in the day time makes me too relaxed and drowsy. Besides, it was a nice choice to wash down slightly greasy Spanish, or should I say Catalan, seafood.
Pro's: OODLES of seafood. Outside seating. Reasonable prices.
Con's: Not the most sophisticated fare, not first grade ingredients.
In a nutshell: The place to pig out on solid B+ seafood in Barcelona.