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Ever had that thing in the morning when you wake up, know you have to get up but your feet somehow shout “don’t you dare”? Well, that’s me this morning, right this instant. My feet were victims of physical abuse these last two days and I can positively (huh really?) say: they hate me! After years of playing footsie with each other or with whatever mess is located beneath my office desk, they’ve suddenly been asked to dance the complicated back and forth and sideways dance of the bartender. Thanks to my sister’s connections I had the luck to get
– Hey! What should we do tonight? – Let’s go for a pastrami sandwich! Sorry, say what? Pastrami? That doesn’t sound really exciting for a Saturday night, does it ? Well, it depends. If you were in Barcelona and someone suggested this rather curious idea for a night out, I’d say: SAY YES! In the festive El Born district, a bar has recently opened, hidden behind the back wall of a pastrami sandwich bar. Three hints give out its existence (well, besides the address on its Facebook page and shared at the end of this post): the signage above the
