Did I ever tell you about the time that I was getting ready to move to Tucson and some of my family and I went to my favorite St. Louis restaurant, BARcelona, for a farewell dinner?
Well we did. It's a Tapas joint and they have amazing sangria too. What more could you want?
Dessert. You could want dessert.
My family decided to order two desserts to share. I picked the Tres Leches cake. Someone else picked something so inconsequential that I have not bothered to remember it.
Four years later, I still think about that Tres Leches cake. I remember what that first bite felt like. I remember the offense that I felt when my family did not love it the way I loved it. But also the glee that it meant more for me. I have not had a bite of Tres Leches cake from anywhere since then, afraid that it would not measure up.
Thinking about BARcelona makes me love Tucson significantly less. No Steak N Shake? Stupid, but okay. No St. Louis Bread Company/Panera. Fine, just do not offend me with telling me Paradise Bakery replaces it. It does not. But no BARcelona? Great sadness.
And now. Now I have to try and find a crepe place in Tucson because the last time I was in St. Louis, this happened:
|Skinny Californian Crepe. Chicken, bacon, avocado, swiss, cream sauce. OH YUM!|
|My sisters went for sweet with the Nutella and bananas.|
|Hot chocolate with a shot of raspberry and a HOMEMADE giant marshmallow on top.|
So yeah. Food in St. Louis is better.
Via Crepes, Etc in the Central West End.
I am all rave reviews about this place!