As Aaron wiped the crumbs from his chin, making a bunch of “nom nom nom” sounds, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back and said, “We’ve gotta blog it.” So here we are!
This afternoon I really wanted to go to a cafe for a cookie and coffee…we went to the World Press Photo Exhibit instead. Sure it was fantastic, but I knew I had been cheated out of my threesies. I think that’s what the hobbits call the fourth meal of the day. We headed home close to dinner time and banished the idea of an afternoon treat. Until….we saw this:
These are raised donuts, cut in half and filled like a sandwich and then topped. Insane!
Droool!
We crossed the street for a closer look. And that’s where our tumble into dessert debachery began. Really, could you just walk by this window? I think not…you know it even if you’re not willing to admit it.
Like the camera yesterday, we did not prepare a pros-cons list. We didn’t talk about how much of our daily budget was left at 6pm. We took one look at each other and walked right in, Aaron reaching for the credit card. No. Discussion. Required.
There is an entire wall (a whole wall!) behind the register with fancy donuts on pegs. They reflect in a wall sized mirror where the queue forms.
Because we traditionally make homemade marshmallows every chrismanukah, we took special interest in these!
What Aaron picked: two sugar cookies held together with a kind of dulce de leche filing, covered in chocolate and decorated with dark chocolate sprinkles. He’s a sprinkle man the whole way! Never any doubt.
Hard to not be entirely giddy while we pay. Look at the girls in the window gazing upon the stuffed donuts and kruffins. That’s where it begins!
We managed to show one shred of restraint by having dinner before we had the real main course.
Back in our hostal, right before the moment of truth….
One needs to be prepared to really tear into a kruffin. It’s not for wussies. A “kruffin” is a croissant baked in a muffin tin, then filled and topped with untold amounts of mouthwatering delicousness. In my case: Nutella. Gobs and gobs of Nutella. Then slathered in a gourmet version of chocolate magic shell and dusted with sugar. Holy sh*t who dreams up this stuff!!
We devoured our desserts and pinky swore we would take a proper threesies break there before we leave the city. The glorious chocolate kitchen of Chök. If you’re in Barcelona, you MUST go. Un-be-lievable!
Note: All these fabulous photos were taken with our brand new camera! Missed our camera adventures? Check out yesterday’s blog!
Who thinks of stuff like this? Obviously folks who knew you were coming! Whining a lot because I want some, too. Luckily, they are also surely completely calorie free. Right?
I believe it’s a guy named Eddie.
Do they have to post the calories and sugar counts???? Just guessing maybe not!! Love the pictures.
Calories? They use metric over here and that means “no calories” to us!
I expect you to have an annual party with these instead of ice cream, when you return. Could not help licking my phone as I gazed at the photos!
Yep, the party’s in Barcelona this year – Kruffins for everyone! Actually, we’re quite looking forward to hosting our ice cream social again – it’s one of the few things we’ve missed while travelling.
How long are you in Barcelona? Can you go here http://lamanualalpargatera.es/?lang=en and buy me a couple of pairs if espadrilles …. I’ll pay you back!!!! This THE place to buy them…
Be glad to, Sarah! Sent you an email to get your details – looks like a nice, bright place to stop! 🙂
How long are you in Barcelona? Can you buy me a pair of espadrilles or two? http://lamanualalpargatera.es/?lang=en
I’ll pay you back !
:)))) You are soooo brave! For me, such a window would have called out “Skip dinner- just have me!”
What? Us miss a meal? That’s crazy talk! 🙂 We did go back to Chok again for a snack today, though. Still delicious!
Insane! It is lucky for us all that one of these places does not exist in Seattle.
What Wolfe said!
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