The Quarter Century Mark (Part 2)

The morning after my birthday, I woke up feeling a little down for not getting the opportunity to look “cutesy” the night before—if you recall from my birthday post, Ruben and I ate so much Mexican food that we were way too full to dress up and go dancing. Now that I think about it though, I’m glad we didn't go out that night—my full belly would have been poking out of my fitted mini dress! (NOT a pretty sight!) Fortunately, Ruben was more than happy to make it up to me by taking me out to dinner (again) to the restaurant of my choice so that I could doll up.

I asked if he could take me to Barcelona Atlanta that evening. Ever since I visited Spain a few years ago, I've developed a bit of a soft spot for Spanish cuisine. Ruben has also never tried Spanish food before, so I thought it was the perfect place for us to eat!

Although it was very crowded that night, (it would be an hour before we could be seated), my apprehension of waiting for an hour in high heels immediately turned into overjoy and excitement when I laid my eyes on this bad boy: JAMON!

I haven't seen one of these in forever!

For those of you who are unfamiliar with jamon, it’s a dried-cured ham, kind of like prosciutto, only a million times more delicious! Quick side story: A few years ago when I was in Spain, I remember riding in a taxi where the taxi driver had a rosary and a little jamon leg hanging from his rearview mirror. When I asked him why they were hanging together like that, he told me that there were only two things in life that are important: God and jamon! Smart man.

As Ruben and I made our way to the bar, we soon discovered why Barcelona Atlanta was jammed packed that night: bottles of wine are HALF-OFF on Sunday nights! Couple that with the fact that it was the day before President’s Day, (no work the next day!), and you’ve got a place packed like a can of sardines.

While we were trying to decide what kind of wine to drink, Ruben was able to make nice-nice with a few guys who had already been enjoying (what seems like) a few bottles of wine—they even let him try their wine and gave him a few good recommendations. My only request was that it be white wine. (Red wine turns your teeth red.)

So what do you do when bottles of wine are half-off? Get two, of course! (Just kidding!)

By the time we were seated, my belly was so full (of wine) that I went into pure munchie-mode. I had to get food in my belly, pronto! We quickly ordered, and very soon after that a parade of tapas were brought to us.

Jamon Serrano & Fuet (a Catalan dried chorizo): While delicious, I'm used to the chorizo being a lot thicker than what I saw.

Patatas Bravas: Tasted just like the ones I had in Spain!

Crispy Calamari: I'm usually not a big fan of fried seafood, but considering how I was in munchie-mode, this easily became one of my favorite tapas!

Chorizo with Sweet Sour Figs: Nice and sweet flavor, but the chorizo was a little tough.

Note to self: Oysters as an aphrodisiac does NOT work when you've been drinking wine!

C.A.B. Tenderloin Tartare: Perhaps my least favorite of the bunch--it didn't taste very fresh.

While the food, drinks, and company were just outstanding, my outfit, on the other hand, didn't even get its 15 minutes of fame it deserved. We ended up sitting outside on the patio under a heat lamp that was on the verge of burning out, so my coat stayed on the entire night. We could have chosen to sit inside, but well, that would've been a two hour wait. I guess we’ll just have to try again next year!

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