I'm already drooling. That unbelievable Bestiari shaved chilled pate. Truly unfair to be culinarily teased this far out when I've already had it and know how completely exquisite it is, melting blissfully on the tip of one's tongue. Jesus. Sodding rotten tactic if I do say so myself.

Now, how do we get Missy on this little ol' junket? And, in order to further facilitate the trans-atlantic originated rumour of being a wine snob, do I need pack a few bottles of take-along quaffage from the cellar? Or will AW be here for SeaDoo to personally select some of the official "Do" bottles himself from the naturally sub-terranean cooled depths of cellar Chez Alfredo? May I suggest a 1997 Joseph Phelps Insignia, 1992 Heitz Martha's Vineyard or perhaps some Quintessa or Rubicon for the journey? The mind reels...

I feel nothing but sorrow for the mere heathen that will choose not to partake in this Do...those on the proverbial "fence", if you've nothing planned short of anticipated rapture or armageddon, I cannot highly recommend this all too brief enough trip. For those who have not been, Barcelona is a city to fall in love with along with her people. A treat and feast not only for the eyes but palate as well; a host unequalled in graciousnes and attention to detail.