The next day we woke up late with a fuckin hangover (bloody screwdrivers); both all the more grouchy when I found La Boqueria Market closed and J's breakfast doughnut was shitty. Hungry and blurry eyed, we walked around aimlessly like zombies till Mikel Etxea on Ferran St lured us in with its ceiling full of legs of jamon. Despite the stuffiness and din, we decided to go ahead with our orders cos both of us just wanted to get lunch over with.
I ordered the sopa de pescado, fish soup (6 euros), thinking it'd be a light dish but to my amusement the bouilabaisse came in a big round soup bowl complete with riso. James was shocked speechless when his 'Fish of the Day' (13,75 euros) turned out to be a whole roasted snapper atop a potage of seafood in a deep paella pan. We both had such a good laugh though! After some gelato, we crashed and burnt till 10pm and went back to 7 Portes for dinner.
The next day we woke up late with a fuckin hangover (bloody screwdrivers); both all the more grouchy when I found La Boqueria Market closed and J's breakfast doughnut was shitty. Hungry and blurry eyed, we walked around aimlessly like zombies till Mikel Etxea on Ferran St lured us in with its ceiling full of legs of jamon. Despite the stuffiness and din, we decided to go ahead with our orders cos both of us just wanted to get lunch over with. 
I ordered the sopa de pescado, fish soup (6 euros), thinking it'd be a light dish but to my amusement the bouilabaisse came in a big round soup bowl complete with riso. James was shocked speechless when his 'Fish of the Day' (13,75 euros) turned out to be a whole roasted snapper atop a potage of seafood in a deep paella pan. We both had such a good laugh though! After some gelato, we crashed and burnt till 10pm and went back to 7 Portes for dinner.
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