Taking this photo into the mirror, I'm not quite hidden by the sign
The first night in Barcelona Rita took us to Cerveseria Catalunya, a local tapas bar in her neighborhood. Though I've been in tapas bars before, this is absolutely the most fantastic one I've seen. The people were cordial, not too loud.and extremely friendly. The tapas and montaditos were exquisite and too numerous to count. When the man in the blue shirt next to Bob learned we were from the U.S. he ordered three more glasses and invited Rita and us to share from his bottle of Cava (Spanish champaign) from Villa Franca. We tasted as many of the montaditos as we could possibly hold and returned home for a much-needed good sleep to conquer jet lag.
Below is a photo of more of the display case on our side of the bar. On the other side it was possible to order many varieties of tapas: small plates of fish, meat and vegetables to share.