Courtesy of Albert and Ferran Adria (of the former El Bulli). The bartenders there are called cocteleras, which literally translates into "shaker." And if you happen to find yourself at this little dream of a bar on a Saturday night in Barcelona, make sure you ask Miguel, coctelera extrordinario (see 2nd photo below), to shake you a few or more...
Eavesdropping on the conversation between my stomach and my brain (my amygdala, in particular, since my frontal lobe seems to cede all executive function when it comes to food)
Showing posts with label Barcelona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barcelona. Show all posts
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

