It was a slightly cloudy morning on my way to Museu Picasso (that's another blog subject) and I passed by a churreria. It was perfect timing, since churros were on my list of things to eat in BCN. But I just had breakfast at the B & B so I opted to go back after the museum. After my art fix it was time for a food fix.
I entered this small, hole-in-the wall restaurant, which according to my research is called Churreria Granja Ruz. An old man was behind the small counter. I now wish I took a picture of him. I was the only one in the shop, as it was already past breakfast. I peered over the glass case containing freshly-made churros and saw two types- the curved ridged one we usually see and the long one which had no ridges. Because I didn't know the difference I braved the language barrier and asked the old man. He couldn't speak English so with a combination of Spanish and sign language he made me understand that the ridged one is more crunchy. I ordered the two kinds of churros con chocolate of course. There's no other way to have churros.
As I was served my fare I was excited. I've always wanted to say I've been in some corner of the globe, eating this and eating that. And now I can say I ate churros in Barcelona. As I took a bite of the sugar-sprinkles fried pastry dipped in thick, dark chocolate I savored the flavor. After all, it's not everyday you get to be in Spain, eating authentic Spanish food. When I finished eating I stepped out feeling giddy and chocolatey inside. It was an experience like no other, as were other experiences I had in the place.
Now it's been past a year since that time. I find myself craving for churros. Where will I get ones as good as those in BCN? Well, that must mean I have to go back soon :)
