Saturday, 13 July 2013

Memorias Imaginadas

One of my favourite buildings in Madrid is the Palacio de Cristal, a nineteenth-century iron and glass palace modelled after London's Crystal Palace.
 
Nestled in Parque del Retiro and adorned with ceramic tiles, it's now used as an exhibition space by the Museo Reina Sofía.
 

 

Throughout the summer the Palacio has hosted the Japanese artist Mitsuo Miura's installation Memorias Imaginadas ("Imagined Memories").





Suspended coloured disks hang from the ceiling above partners of the same faded colour.
 
The effect creates invisible columns of space between the disks suspended from the ceiling and lying on the ground.  It augments the feeling of space and, more simply, is just beautiful to look at.



The trees in the park outside and the sunlight streaming through the windows make it feel like the installation is a natural part of the world outside.





The exhibiton's blurb says that the spaces between the disks are intended to come to life with imagination and memory.  The use of faded colours is supposed to suggest diffused, faded memories.  Whether you buy into that reading or not, it's a beautiful stop off on a stroll through Retiro, and an atmospheric place to catch the sunset.



 
Until 2 September 2013
 


Friday, 12 July 2013

Roca Moo

Roca Moo, in hip Hotel Omm, is a partnership with the world-famous Roca brothers, the chefs behind El Celler de Can Roca, an hour away in Girona.  This year El Celler de Can Roca finally made in to the top spot in the list of the best restaurants in the world.


After patiently sitting on nine month-long waiting list, my mother and I bagged a table at El Celler de Can Roca last summer, and it was phenomenal.  Since they've snatched the best in the world title from Noma, the waiting list has dragged out to over 12 months.
 
If you're too impatient to wait that long, or, like us, your trip to Cataluña is a rather more last-minute affair, Michelin-starred Roca Moo is a taste of the Roca brothers' experimental cuisine, without the wait, and with a less hefty price tag.


The room is sleek, small but spacious; slender birch trees are a nod to the trees dotted around the dining room at sister restaurant El Celler, and the plates are Moo- and Omm-branded.

I'd usually be suspicious of restaurants in hotels, but a slatted bookcase separates the restaurant from the lobby whilst still involving the noise and atmosphere from the bar next door.  The cold kitchen is in the restaurant itelf, adding an element of show-cooking.


Amuse-bouches are always my favourite, maybe because you don't know what to expect before they arrive.  Of the array of tiny bites which appeared on our table in an endless stream, my favourite were tiny frozen Campari and strawberry bonbons; their fragile, frozen shell breaks as you put them in your mouth, and warm Campari oozes out.  They came with tapioca pearl clusters, an experimental take on patatas bravas, and herring caviar and sesame mayonnaise.


We went for Joan Roca's eight course tasting menu - a similar, although shorter, menu to those on offer at El Celler, with matching wines, almost all European, most of them Spanish.

Carrot cream, foie gras and green cardamom
Mushroom omelette with white Catalan sausage: the fragile shell split to reveal the near-liquid mushroom and egg "omelette" inside


Pork tail with tomato and black garlic: a curious take on a pork sandwich, with gourmet Roca versions of ketchup, mayo and mustard


Since starting this blog I've become one of the people I used to hate, who take photos of their food in restaurants.  But I'm very grateful that I did (and that on leaving you're presented with a menu of everything you've had) - looking back now, my memory's hazy... maybe that was the endless stream of perfectly matched and meticulously explained wines.

"Pigeon and corn" - intensely rich meat and super-sweet sweetcorn, both overwhelming on their own, but perfect together


Pear, lemon verbena and tarrgon


"Mandarin and chocolate"

If you're in Barcelona, don't have 12 months to spare waiting for supper but want a taste of modern, inventive Catalan cuisine, Roca Moo is a great choice.  Just remember to take pictures.
 

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Bon dia Barcelona

The next instalment of The Year of the City Break was a lazy six days in beautiful Barcelona, one of my favourite cities. 



 

 
 
We stayed at the stunning Hotel Omm, just off Paseo de Gracia and a stone's throw from Gaudí's La Pedrera.  Part of Grupo Tragaluz, who have a hand in a fair few of my favourite Madrid and Barcelona restaurants, it's a mix of hipster and luxe.  Arriving late on Friday night, our first stop was the bar for a welcome glass of cava and cocktails.
 


 
Ten years ago the hotel started a partnership with the three Roca brothers, the world-famous chefs behind El Celler de Can Roca, an hour away in Girona, which this year was finally named the best restuarnt in the world after several years in second place to Noma.  After sitting patiently on their nine-month waiting list (the wait has now increased to a year), my mother and I went to El Celler de Can Roca last summer, and it was out of this world.
 
So without hestitation Boyfriend and I booked into the hotel's Michelin-starred restaurant, Roca Moo, which is a partnership with the Roca brothers and runs a very similar, although shorter, tasting menu (a separate post on Roca Moo is coming soon).

Aside from the show-stopping main restaurant, Omm has a second Roca brothers collaboration with their bar menu, Roca Bar, which combines Roca creativity with slightly more laid-back, "normal" fare. 
 
 
Rocadillos
 
After one particularly lazy day in the sun we popped downstairs for a late supper at Roca Bar, for a few twists on tapas favourites.
 
"Rocadillos" (bocadillos/sandwiches Roca style) are a mix of Joan and Jordi Roca's savory and sweet (the former is the head chef, the latter is the pastry chef).  Stamped with the brothers' signature "R", Joan Roca adapted his brother's ice-cream-filled brioches from El Celler de Can Roca into something more main-course friendly, with several fillings to choose from.  We went for pollo con mole poblano (chicken with mole, a Mexican chilli and chocolate sauce), which packed a rich punch for something so tiny.
 
Slightly more familiar were delicious tiny chicken wings with hoisin sauce, a sweet tomato and basil gaazpacho and oysters from Fishhh!, the famous oyster bar just down the road.  It's a taste of luxury on the cheap.
 
 
 
 
Hotel Omm's other crowning glory, apart from the food, is its rooftop terrace bar and pool, which quickly became our favourite late afternoon haunt after a day meandering around the city.
 
From your sunlounger there are views of the swirling rooftop of Gaudí's La Pedrera, so close you could almost touch it, and there's a glimpse of La Sagrada Familia further in the distance.
 
The Roca brothers collaboration is topped off by the pool's ice cream list from Jordi Roca's Rocambolesc, the experimental ice cream parlour in Girona, another of my favourite excursions from our trip last year.  With six days in Barcelona, it was no hardship working our way through the flavours (my favourite was tied between mojito and carrot, mandarin and apricot). 
 
 
 

 
But we weren't just in Barcelona to lounge in our hotel, lovely though it was.
 
We were there over the weekend of Sónar, one of Europe's biggest music festivals, and snapped up Saturday tickets for Sónar by Night to see Jurassic 5 and my favourites, 2manydjs.  Boyfriend is strictly minimal-techno-only, so he was far too cool to enjoy their video dj set, complete with each track's animated artwork mixed along with the music, but I loved it.
 


 
One of my favourite restaurants in the world is right here in Barcelona.  Cal Pep is a tiny seafood bar in el Barri Gótic (the Gothic Quarter).  Queues start forming for lunch around half an hour before it opens, a mix of locals in the know and curious tourists.
 
You sit up at the bar and the tapas starts flowing - mainly fish and seafood, cooked right in front of you, until you say stop. 
 
 
I've been coming here for years and it's always the same - mountains of frito mixto, clams in garlic and tiny squid stewed in their own ink with chickpeas.



From Cal Pep it's just a hop and a skip to the harbour front for a post-lunch stroll in the sunshine and an ice cream.



One of my work colleagues from Madrid recommended Restaurant 7 Portes, an historic nineteenth century dining room, which was full to bursting with tourists and locals alike.  
 

A gold plaque on the bench behind our table proudly informed us that this had been Joan Miró's favourite seat; plaques naming Lauren Bacall, Picasso and the Spanish Royal Family weren't far away.
 
After a mix of the restaurant's signature starters we rather over-ambitiously opted for their famous seafood platter, a mountain of grilled and fried fish, langoustines, squid and lobster tail.

 


An elderly Catalan couple on the table next door, dressed in their finest, knew the waiters (equally advanced in years) all by name, and didn't have to look at the menu to order what I liked to imagine had been their same Sunday lunch for decades.
 


Another new discovery for us was Monvínic, a contender for one of the world's best wine bars, or at least the one with the most extensive selection.  With over 600 wines in their sleek, glass-fronted bodega (no clichéd barrels in sight), you can choose by the glass from a list of 60 wines which change daily, loaded onto a ipad.
 
 
Wine aside, the food was as equally stunning; we nibbled our way through salt cod fritters, seafood risotto, a delicate beef carpaccio and a seductively runny duck egg with caviar and sobrassada, matching them with tasting glasses as many of the different wines as our bellies could hold.
 

 
Gràcies Barcelona, don't ever change.