Andu (Local Tapas Bar) Journal March 13th

It was on this night that I decided to venture off into the Barri Gótic and see some of the local bars/tapas establishments that Barcelona had to offer. Before this time, I was a bit hesitant to go down here late at night because I had always heard that it was never “really safe” for tourists. However, an old friend was visiting from the States and she insisted that I needed to join her at this local tapas bar so I mustered up the courage and went…needless to say, it was a fantastic experience. For the first time since being in Barcelona, the locals were actually a bit rude/short with me! It was at this traditional tapas bar called “Andú” where I briefly felt uncomfortable because I was a foreigner. I know this sounds a bit strange but I’m glad to know that the locals have some pride in “their” establishments – not wanting them to be contaminated by the “invading” tourists.
To make a long story short, I had gotten to the bar a bit early so I told my friends that I would meet them inside. I promptly walked to the tiny bar and ordered a beer; well, combined with the droning noise of the music and the people talking, I had a difficult time understanding what the bartender said. So what does every person do when they don’t have a clue what the local bartender said? – You just nod your head in approval and drink whatever they give you (hoping they heard you correctly). Well, this is exactly what I did; however, the only problem with this theory is the fact that the bartender DID, in fact, hear me correctly but her response was “de barril o botella?” Needless to say, you can see where a “sí” reply would make little sense here…once I finally realized what she was asking, I replied “botella;” however, the damage had already been done and she began to roll her eyes at me and made some snide remarks to her co-worker who proceeded to laugh. I’m certain that they were about me but it is entirely acceptable because I think I would have done the same thing had I been in her shoes.
After that little interruption, my friends finally arrived and we were able to have some local olives, cheese, and pa amb tomaquet (pan con tomate). It was a very basic tapas experience but everything was done right – fresh cheese, fresh olives, perfectly cooked break, and great wine. The food/drinks were not ornately decorated and thus did not look extraordinary; however, the basic presentation compelled the individual to “let the food speak for itself” and everything did that and more. Everything was delicious and the brief “discrepancy” with the bartender truly made me feel like I was in a different place enjoying “their” culture…