Sometimes, we decide to go somewhere only to realize that it’s not open that day. (G: Totally my fault) Today, that happened. So we had to last-minute decide to go elsewhere. Turns out this place was PRETTY KICKASS.
That feel when you’re in the mood for Spanish food because it’s been like a year since you were in Barcelona… Yeah. We definitely had a craving. Vancouver has precious few Spanish tapas restaurants, but we’d heard good things about the Sardine Can (and who can resist a stroll in Gastown?), so we decided to pay them … Continue reading The Sardine Can
Mell and Grace have the burgers of their lives at Milk in Barcelona.
Mell and Grace eat a bunch of stuff in Barcelona, Spain. But not at La Boqueria. Because it’s overpriced AF.
Mell and Grace discover one of their favourite restaurants… ever, at La Cuchara—a pintxos bar in San Sebastian.
Mell and Grace take a break from pintxos and go for burritos. Yes, burritos in San Sebastian.
When in San Sebastian: PINTXOS GALORE FEAST YOUR EYES AND TASTEBUDS ETC. ETC.
Touching down in Madrid could have gone more smoothly—Mell forgot her leather jacket on a Ryanair flight AKA she’s never getting that shit back. Ever. But Madrid also meant our first encounter with Spanish cuisine. And for anyone who knows Grace even a little bit, knows she was probably Spanish in a past life and … Continue reading Eating in Madrid, Spain