Barcelona: in a nutshell
So here I am, out of the cabin after a wonderful weekend, and I'm back to this shithole — or paradise, depending on who you ask. While I will certainly be crucified for this, let me tell you a little-known (or widely known, by people with taste) secret.
Philosophically
Sodom and Gomorrah would blush. The world capital of debauchery, the city itself a prostitute — no wonder it's full of promiscuous, vacuous, selfish individuals from all walks of life. Anyone who comes here from a protestant country to work is just after the low-hanging fruit and the hedonistic lifestyle the city enables.
"Everything in Barcelona is pantomime, from the 'tech' scene to the 'nightlife'."
From a culinary perspective
While it's true the city houses a handful of renowned restaurants, 99.99% of the rest are total garbage. It's funny how foreigners think the national Catalan dish is called "tapas". Pa amb tomàquet, croquetas, pimientos del padrón, and fried cuttlefish — if you don't know where to go, your experience here will be lackluster.
