 My yoga pants have not been out of the house since I got here. You must “dress for guests” to pick up your kids from school, go to the market, ride the bus. I spotted this fur coat in the market, and it was not the first time. Surprised that people have them in their closets. And even more surprised to find them everyday supermarket gear. And where yoga pants are welcome, at the studio, well, ashamed to say, mine haven't been there either!
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 La Traska, Passeig del Terrapie 82, Molins de Rei. OK, so it’s a haul, and technically, it’s not even in Barcelona. In the middle of a nondescript suburban neighborhood, next to the freeway, is the basque bar with our favorite food so far. You get your tapas the traditional way, on big platters at the counter. As soon as they arrive, fill your own plate with toothpick studded yummies, and pay on the way out by counting up your sticks. Some jostling involved when crowd favorites arrive out of the kitchen! The ambiance is warm mountain cabin with a cool vibe. And La Truska, while miles away, is miles better than any of our other regulars in the heart of the city. Update on March 8, 2012 -- Hate when something good goes wrong -- last two times have been nothing special, took it off the best restaurant list. Cervesaria Catalana and Bar V are doing as good or better job these days, and they are right in the city.
 At last, we arrive home, emptying suitcases for the last time, turning the door lock with my key, a sigh of relief. Our nest. A place to call our own, listening to church bells, finding a favorite bakery, learning the tram schedule. Nest, burrow, den, digs, lair, roost, haunt, haven, hideout, place, retreat, shelter, shield. Carrer de Sola and Plaza de la Concordia.      Ok, not really a restaurant. Vioko whips up the creamy, pure flavored gelato that I remember from the really good places in Italy. My favorite flavor as ever, Stracciatella. But they concoct both the basic and the exotic perfectly. Served in delicate cones, with a spoon, in a cool little shop filled with arty pastries, chocolates and candies. It’s down by the beachside promenade at Passeig de Joan de Borbo 55. www.vioko.es       |
