Barcelona is a feast for the senses, none more so than the sense of taste. Paella was always a pleasant sit-down meal, because preparing the dish requires extra time (and thus more people watching); sitting for tapas required time, as well, as we could never easily decide from among the dozens of choices. We ate nothing on this holiday that was less than delectable, and for fast food we didn’t have to venture beyond botiga food or hole-in-the-medieval wall eateries, either.  Our kind of holiday.
The empanadas from the botiga downstairs set a high standard, yet somehow every empanada afterward tasted better than the previous….
…From “expensive” made from scratch beef empanadas (€3,00 each!) at a tiny-but-chic cafe in the trendy Barri El Born… 
…to the simple pollo empanadas in a not-so-trendy-and-chic Barri where the waitress at our outside table cautioned me to wear my camera rather than place it on the table for safety, to Argentinian empanadas from a Carnisseria around the corner from our apartment.  Do not ask me what the difference is between Spanish and Argentinian empanadas; all I know is that these little handpies could create world peace.

Olives. Swaddled in olive oil, and a necessity at every stop.

As did patates de aioli.

There were some street foods we could not be tempted to try, however.

And others we enjoyed whenever the mood inspired us.

La Boqueria, Barcelona’s city market was necessarily a destination. So many temptations, only a few of which we indulged in.

Paper cones and sticks of freshly sliced Iberian ham, chorizo, and Manchego for mere €pennies. “Taste a little bit of Catalonia” we did. 

Finally, one of the most unexpected treats came from an old-fashioned Xurreria tucked somewhere in the Barri Gotic that we will never be able to find again. Homemade Cheetos!

Oh, Barcelona.