With all the different people I meet everyday, my memory for face and name has far exceeded capacity. With taste and smell, however, my memory  still remains  vivid . The smell and taste of cuttle fish (in our dialect, nukus), brings back memories of my childhood when my aunt would cook this, adobo style. She would cut it in rings for me. After each meal, I would look in the mirror and have a good laugh on how it has stained my teeth black.

We have dined in BCN back in the days when I was searching for the best cochinillo. I didn’t really like their version very much so I didn’t write about it. Last week,as I was browsing at my pictures in Barcelona, I found one of me eating Arros Negre. I knew I had to have one again. So instead of booking a flight, I chose to give this restaurant try. I am so glad I did!

The flavors of Spanish cuisine are not shy and subtle. Dining at BCN Taste and Tradition brought out a lot of good memories of growing up in country that was colonized by Spain for 333 years, as well as the food adventure I recently had in Barcelona.

D had his usual filet mignon…I really wish he would order something else. I have stopped taking pictures. With dessert, he was bolder. He didn’t get chocolate cake; he got almond cake. And instead of coffee, he ordered Carajillo. Just like that, he was Daredevil.

I am so glad we gave this restaurant another try. Now that there does not seem to be any new restaurants opening, I will probably reconsider those that I dismissed due to my poor food choices.  Meanwhile, I have ordered Cooking Base for Squid Ink Paella from Amazon….