Home from work on Friday. Don’t much feel like cooking. Funny, neither do the neighbors. So the four of us head down to our new favey resto: Cafe Barcel. Didier was at the bar.
It was a beautiful evening, and the French doors were open to the street:
Shannon and Tasha:
Greg and Liz:
Shan got the tuna tartare:
We shared some patatas bravas:
I got the new grilled octopus with chick peas:
Tash got the steak:
Shan got pasta:
Greg also got pasta:
And we listened to a band and enjoyed the nice breeze.
The 411 on Cafe Barcel.