Empanadas, wine Gandesa, Paul and Lluis
In 51 of Barcelona Ample street, every Friday from liturgical way, we sat at the table of Polenta . From the hands of Bernard, Eve and leave Magatte empanadas cracking, if not give us the generous tempura salad or spinach and goat cheese.
The meat is good at Bernardo. River Plate will be the school that he snuck into the kitchen of his heart. They call it a steak but it involves so many words. One day he said he had oxtail and nothing was the same.
Of the desserts, all homemade, was the theme throughout the screamer. Dessert typically Uruguayan if any, version of Bernardo is surprising, original and gourmand but bears little resemblance to true, that of the medal. We suggest calling fake screamer but we took very seriously.
For many years a number of variable but always faithful friends, we meet every Friday for lunch and between plates and cups to keep alive the bonds, and exchange amount of content of all kinds. Fridays are important. Lluis called about two hours before and adjust watches, Paul says whenever he can but now has classes at lunchtime, Albert and Bea come less and less but always in the conversation. The place of these meetings is very important. You have to welcome us, treat friends, putting up with everything and wait for Friday to go. Today that home is Friday at noon and Bernardo Polenta, Eva and Magatte are our friends and accomplices.
So when you want to join the party on Friday the little steps we hope to post in the ancient heart of the Ciutat Comtal.
Eva Bernardo and Magatte around the glass in the kitchen
