The urban legend

Jacques and I fell in love with the tiny Bar Pinotxo in Mercat de la Boqueria 18 years ago when we discovered it by chance on our first trip to Barcelona. We ate there every day of our holiday and years later, when Jacques worked at sea and we were sailing around the Med, it was always our first port of call when the ship docked in Barcelona. We would order condensed milk coffee and a – a featherlight, deep-fried pastry. Because the mornings were sweet and we wanted them to stay that way. Much cava and many small plates of regional dishes always followed.