Too much food, so little time. It was another food coma night tonight so much so there was still a lot of uneaten food left, it was difficult not to feel guilty afterwards.

Dinner tonight was at a charming garden restaurant in the outskirts of Barcelona, about 11 kilometers away from Diagonal Mar. As is the norm when ordering for a group, it was a stream of one huge dish after another, which made it difficult to focus on one plate without being overwhelmed with choice. The idea for the whole meal was essentially do-it-yourself starting with the toasted bread that needed to be personally lathered with garlic, tomato, and olive oil as instructed by our English-challenged waiter. The huge plate of rice with squid ink and seafood was a winner, as was the veal grilled on a bed of rock salt. The veal was served to us raw and just like the Korean barbecues in the Virginia suburbs of yore, it was our job to make sure it was grilled to perfection on the salt covered grilling stones in front of us. At the end of the meal I thought it was an interesting approach, though I may have to pass if given another chance. At risk of any health-related concerns I’d rather leave it to the professionals to prepare my food the best way they see fit – the last thing I’d want to see is a few trips to the loo in the middle of the night.