Most people get excited about Tickets because it’s the baby of the Adria brothers, owners of the infamous and elusive El Bulli however my excitement stems from it once being described to me as “If Willy Wonka opened a restaurant”…
Our entire Barcelona trip was centred around a visit to Tickets, we booked flights before we had a table, a little bold considering that it’s one of the hardest restaurants to get a reservation at in the entire world. So how do you get a table I hear you ask…
Tables become available online 60 days in advance, one day opening up at a time and seating around 80 people. Basically you need to know exactly when you are going, calculate 60 days before, wait up until 11 o’clock UK time (Midnight in Spain) and as soon as the clock strikes the foodie hour GET THAT TABLE. It’s not rocket science nor is it impossible as people will have you believe. You really do only have a one day window unless there is a cancellation, which seems to be pretty rare.
Being all continental we booked our table for 10pm, a good move as it allowed us to get the most out of our evening and also visit the sister bar 41 degrees which only opens to the public from midnight until 2am.
We arrived and were kindly greeted by a lady in a top hat, she made sure we had a reservation and escorted us to our seats which were right in front of the kitchen and quite frankly amazing. As soon as you enter you are immersed in a fun, cheerful and whimsical atmosphere. The decor is bright, light and quirky.
Lets get on to the food…
We started with the olives which I can only describe as little globes of mind blowing flavour. They were so intense they caught us both a little off guard. Absolutely incredible.
Next was the Iberian ham with crunchy, delicious tomato bread.
Mini air bags stuffed with manchego cheese…
On top are olive filled orbs, cheese and a little hazelnut. Swallowed whole you experience each flavour individually yet they all combine harmoniously in the end. So so so so good.
This little dish was not loved by my other half, the mix of sweet orange and olive jus did not in any way float his boat. I on the other hand loved it, I loved the mix of sweet and savoury.
These cones were a cheeky little favourite…
These are tuna belly cones. Fresh, zesty little mouthfuls of gorgeousness.
Oh, this was so darn good. Avocado Galician crab cannelloni with sour cream and light romesco sauce.
I can’t say I was massively pleased to be sharing this crabby little thing.
And the show stealers…
Marinated fried fried fish with mojo rojo. Four were no where near enough.
Pork neck, manchego cheese and mustard on a sweet little brioche bun.
The final savoury delight was confit potatoes with pork rib jus and boiled Iberian ham.
Then it was on to sweet treats…
Warm almond lava cake with raspberry and thyme sorbet…
As gooey, oozey and as dreamy as ‘that advert’.
Ice cream comes with it’s own trolly, ringing bells and everything!
Hot and cold chocolate fritters… So good that I almost forgot to take a picture!
And my very favourite dessert ever… An infused candy floss tree.
As the clock struck twelve I said goodbye to another year.
And ate my tree bare.
My kind of burger?
After a fantastical meal we made our way next door to 41 degrees for cocktails.
I love tiki cocktails so I stuck to my roots and Tom followed suit as the drink genuinley sounded so good.
Unfortunately it was not. It was like a curry and a cocktail all in a coconut. Not great at all but a funny little highlight.
And it was oh so pretty, unfortunately more style than substance. Give me the Liars club any day!
This is my attractive face.
We chuckled off the questionable cocktail and slipped off back to our hotel. Hands down my favourite foodie experience of all time, it’s going to take a lot to beat.
Tickets is truly magical.