Barcelona Wine Bar

We love tapas.  Some of the most fun we had in Spain this year was going on a tapas crawl in Madrid. Going from bar to bar, having a glass of wine, pointing to the tapas that looks good or ordering a few slices of that incredible Jamon Iberico Negro being sliced in front of the restaurant.  Have another glass of wine and more tapas then move on to another restaurant.  So much fun!

Tapas restaurants in the United States aren’t quite the same.  But they’re good in their own way.  So, when we heard that there was a new contender in town we needed to check it out.  It’s been busy since it opened its doors but Cousin L snagged a reservation and with Aunt J we were excited to see what all the hype was about.

First off, the hype is worthy.  Barcelona Wine Bar is a little chain from Connecticut.  But they don’t want to be known as a chain.  They liken themselves to a neighborhood restaurant and ask multiple times if you’re from the “hood”.

A really good looking restaurant – 3 rooms in total; a bar (where you couldn’t get a seat), a more casual cafe where you can see what’s happening in the kitchen and a more formal white tableclothed dining room.  The restaurant walls are reclaimed wood and the restaurant has a warm feel.  On a Saturday night it was buzzing.

I arrived before the rest of the group and was seated by the door. I asked if we could move to a table away from the door and they happily showed me to a new table.  Then as I was just getting ready to have a sip of wine I was asked if I’d like to move by the window.  Nice of them to ask.

I started with a Verdejo and an order of Cabra as Romero which is a goat’s milk cheese covered in rosemary.  It was served on a board with quince jam and was delicious.

Oh, and the bread?  Chewy, rustic – we were sure it was from Iggy’s but were surprised when they said no,  Clear Flour Bread.

So, this restaurant takes it’s wine very seriously. The wine menu is contained in a little booklet with an introduction by the wine director and what follows is 6 pages of wine, beer and mixed drinks with an impressive wine list.

After everyone arrived we settled in and took a look at the menu.  The thing about tapas restaurants in the US is that they all pretty much serve the same tapas.  The Patatas Brava, the chicken croquettes, the potato tortilla and the gambas al ajillo.  Each restaurant has it’s own spin on a particular recipe and they each have a few different items on the menu.  But it’s not so much that they all serve the same thing, it’s how they serve it and it’s the ambiance of the restaurant that makes the experience, and of course, if it tastes good!

So what was on our table?  A lot!  Along with the mandatory Spanish olives and Patatas Bravas was Gambas al Ajillo, Jamon and Chicken Croquettes, Spinach-Chickpea Cazuela, Caramelized Brussels Sprouts, Mussels al Diablo and of course, Albondigas (meatballs) in a zesty tomato sauce.  It was all good; some more than others.  The one dish that left us cold was the Spinach-Chickpea Cazuela.  Made with cumin it tasted more like it belonged in an Indian restaurant.

For dessert, crepes with dulce de leche, flan and cookies with a dulce de leche filling; all yummy!

If you aren’t in the mood for tapas,they serve four different paellas and, they have choices in meat, fish and mixed grill. The next time Roy and I will definitely sit at the bar but we’ll have to get there either really early or very late because there was a two hour wait by the time we left.  How many times have you seen a chef passing out tapas to people while they’re waiting for a table?  Barcelona does and I thought it was a nice touch.

The waitstaff was outstanding, knowledgeable, with great personalities.

My one question is why is there a picture of a bullfight on the website when bullfights have been outlawed in Barcelona?  Something they should think about maybe?

So will we go back?  Definitely.

See you at the bar….

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2,880 Minutes in the Big Apple

Say New York and what comes to mind?  For me it’s a few things.  Broadway, shopping, museums, people, uptown, downtown, and….. FOOD!!

See that hot pastrami sandwich.  That’s just half of the sandwich.  We arrived in New York and the first thing we did was ask where the nearest deli was.  New York is synonymous with the word deli. Even though we’re all eating healthier now, there’s nothing better that a hot pastrami on fresh rye, some good half sours and slaw and for Roy a Cel-Ray or Dr. Brown’s cream soda.

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Christmas Eve 2012

A movie and dinner.  A perfect way to spend Christmas Eve with L and M.

The movie – Rust and Bone.  A Belgian-French film.  It’s a complex love story, tough but riveting.  It left us sitting in our seats for a few minutes because we had to digest what we’d just seen.  It’s not a kid’s movie.  Marion Cotillard plays a woman who trains killer whales and is involved in an accident at a marineland in Antibes, France in which she loses both legs. She has to learn how to deal with her new reality. Enter  a man she has previously met in a bar who’s a kick-boxer and struggling to find work and support a son.  Together they seem to find a common ground and  without giving anything away, this is the basic story.  It is directed by  Jacques Audiard  who also directed The Prophet, another complex movie that if you haven’t seen, you should. Continue reading “Christmas Eve 2012”

The Dinner Party

I don’t know about you but we almost never go to dinner parties at friend’s homes.  We go out.  But last night, we went to a dinner party.

We didn’t realize it but the occasion for the party was recognition for Roy giving P a hand in launching his new business.  Being that it’s the Christmas season made it more festive.   Continue reading “The Dinner Party”

A Tale of Two Restaurants

We were 2 at the Bar again this weekend.  Hitting two restaurants, one a repeat and one new, very new.

Friday night we made a repeat visit to AKA Bistro in Lincoln, MA.  We’d been there before and liked it.  It’s in an upscale Boston suburb in an old railroad station.  Modern with a communal table and small bar we had a reservation but decided to be 2 at the bar, of course. Continue reading “A Tale of Two Restaurants”

Expect the Unexpected

It was a beautiful Saturday.  Perfect for walking Romeo and letting him splash around in the lake.  But as we were walking back towards the car, I tripped and fell.  By the time I got home, my ankle was double it’s normal size.  So, where did I spend a few unexpected hours on a beautiful Saturday afternoon?  At the emergency room.  It all turned out well.  Nothing fractured, just some soft tissue bruising; nothing some Advil and ice packs and a few glasses of wine can’t help along with staying off my feet for a while -right!

So, after relaxing a little we got in the car with L and M on our way into Boston for a little tapas and some great Spanish wine.  But the Mass Pike was bumper to bummer, Route 30 was bumper to bumper and we decided to rethink our plans.

L heard about a little bistro in Hudson, MA called Chloe Bistro.  I checked Open Table and they had a table for four available, so we headed to Hudson.

Yes, Hudson, MA.  A little town, not known for much but now trying to upscale their downtown.  Chloe Bistro is such an example.  It’s been in Hudson for about 10 years.  It was serendipity.

Twinkly lights welcomed us to a very cool hostess and a big bar.  Our table wasn’t quite ready so we settled in at the bar for some homemade fries and buffalo wings, some good wine and for Roy a Pernod.  A three piece jazz combo was playing, the lights were low, the wine was good and we were happy.

When our table was ready, we dug into the menu.  The restuarant calls itself an American bistro, but I’d call it more of a French bistro.  Roy and I shared a roasted caesar salad and a chicken and duck pot pie.  The gravy was rich and the topping was light and flaky.  L had lamb two ways, grilled chop and braised shank, and M also had the pot pie.  There’s always room for dessert so we shared a Ghirardelli chocolate crepe and pumpkin bread pudding.  We practically licked the plates.

As it turned out, we had a great night.  What made it great?  A great waitperson, a very cool hostess, a live 3 piece jazz combo and, oh yeah, the food!  Who needs Boston when there are great finds like this in the burbs.  Well it’s a little far for us to travel but will we go back?  Definitely!

See you at the bar….

 

Back at the Bar

I must admit, I’ve been preoccupied; haven’t been blogging our comings and going at 2 at the bar.  Why?  We put a new floor in our “trophy slab” or the “happy house” as my mother-in-law calls it.   Yup, from the outside it’s just another house on the street.  But inside, it’s got a floor from Italy.  And that’s not wood you’re looking at-it’s porcelain.  We first it spotted at Kika Tapas and tracked down the distributor.  We took a chance and the chance we took turned out to be a slam dunk.

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Madrid

 

Madrid.  The third largest city in Europe after London and Berlin.  A city of 3.3 million people.  It has one of the best and cleanest metro systems in the world.  World class museums, restaurants, fashion and despite a 25% unemployment rate, a joie de vivre that’s hard to resist.  I love a new city and never knowing what to expect from it.  Will we be happy or disappointed? We were happy, very happy and here’s why.

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