Let me tell you, if you make it to Barcelona you need to make sure you spend a evening to La Alcoba Azul. When traveling abroad one of the best resources is Trip Advisor – especially when you are on the go and in an new neighborhood looking for food. A friend had recommended La Alcoba Azul and and on our second night in Spain when we were the Gothic Quarter we paid it a visit, especially as it is ranked number 53 of over 7,200 restaurants in Barcelona.
If Barcelona did hipster, this tucked away gem would be it, and if the tables are not set up in the courtyard it is nearly impossible to find this tiny, hole-in-the-wall restaurant on the ancient street of Sant Domenec del Call in the Gothic Quarter. According to friends and dozens of reviews this place is notoriously busy so we knew when we arrived we knew there would likely be a wait. Through some broken Spanglish at 7:30pm, very early for dinner in Spain, we only had to wait 15 minutes and I had a mojito while my Mom had a glass of Cava and some delicious complementary appetizers at the bar while we waited for our table.
Once we sat down at a table the first thing we ordered was the stuffed red peppers – while neither of us are fans when a top rated restaurant is known for a signature dish, you order it, and it did not disappoint. While we enjoyed our peppers we took a look at the menu and decided on a few orders of the tostas including the Fresca, the Verde with out cumin, and the Muma, which according to our waitress was the the most popular option. Take a look at how delicious they were in the photos below. Oh, and you can see the color of my Mom’s top change in these pictures because we went toLa Alcoba Azul more than once and these photos are from a combination of visits!
After devouring our appetizers, demolishing these tostas, and polishing off the wine we sat at the table smiling at each other so pleased with our meal. When the bill came with two shots of acorn liquor I asked my mom to hold while I took the photo below but she took a sip. Despite my objections she described it as watered down maple syrup with a kick. I laughed, took a tiny sip, and agreed. Then I went to cheers her and told he we were taking the shot. She said, “Mo! It’s too good, I’m not taking a shot,” so we sipped our acorn liqueur enjoying the foreign but incredible taste – so delicous.
Don’t you want to have dinner here?