We arrived in Barcelona for five nights last month on a sunny Monday afternoon, after spending three days in Girona at a friends wedding. The drive was around an hour and a half and we dropped the rental car at Barcelona-El Prat airport before catching the Airport Bus into one of the main squares, Placa de Catalunya.
No Korean meal is complete without Kimchi, either as an appetizer, a pre-appetizer, in your soup or your rice... See what I mean? You can't go through a Korean meal without picking or being forced to pick Kimchi somewhere in there.
We are now trending into the bizarre. Are you really expecting us to eat a full breakfast and then order a rack of lamb or a beef fillet after that, we wonder... Never mind the fuss anymore, we just decided to go with what was available and order off the breakfast menu.
What to cook for someone as notoriously picky (this is what I've heard anyway, might not be true) as Paul? Looking for inspiration I head over to my professional chef's fridge and take a look inside.
The mince is wrong on so many levels but it's hard to put into words exactly what's wrong with it; the weird, slimy texture, or the downright strange aftertaste which smacks of not quite industrial effluent, not quite dog poop but somewhere in between.