The first few places we tried either had a ridiculous wait (two hours?) or were uninspiring. We finally settled on Ramblas, which only (haw!) had an hour wait. So we decided to go across the street to the Bombay Ice Creamery to have dessert first.

I had a double scoop, coconut and mango-strawberry. Delicious, but the mango-strawberry was definitely the tastier scoop. Next time I should try one of the more exotic flavors. D had the Falooda, which is rose noodles, rose syrup, basil seeds, possibly milk, and your choice of ice cream flavors. He chose chai tea.

After gorging ourselves on frozen treats, we went back to Ramblas, did some waiting, and got seated. We ordered shrimp sauteed in olive oil with garlic and sherry, a baked broccoli-cauliflower-manchego thing that didn’t come with enough dipping stuffs, and sangria. After the ice cream, that was all the tapas we could handle. It was yummy, but I’ve been more impressed. The atmosphere was also kind of bland and slick and uninteresting, and, AND, as I got up to leave, I stepped on something wet and fell on my ass. That too could have been more spectacular, as one foot stayed firmly planted on the ground throughout the wipe-out, and there was no flailing or knocking over of tables.

Later, when we got home, D hooked me up with a comp account for the “backroom” of the gay porn site he works for. Now I have all the clips I can handle, and I eagerly await the day when “the dungeon” launches, and I can enjoy the hardcore double-fisting videos too.