⬅️ So there's this little Catalan restaurant in Barcelona called Cal Pep. It opens at 7:30 on the dot and for at least half an hour before people are queuing up for a dining spot at the 20-seater bar. It serves, and forgive me if this is overly sweary, the best fucking food I have ever eaten in my godforfuckingsaken life, fuck it all. Here are some snapshots of the meal, artfully filtered to counter the blurriness of the Rioja with which they kept attacking my glass. The dark thing on toast is a swirl of sea-goddamn-salted chocolate. The fried potatoes accompanying the steak: thinner and oilier than a politician's promises. Also: a photo with the inimitable and revered José. Also: a video of me squishing into the most unctuous Spanish omelette ever conceived. I have problems, I know.