I may not be Michelin material (see Mont Bar Barcelona), but as a lover of bubbles, meats, and cheeses, I am qualified to speak about the best place on earth, Can Paixano.
What makes it the best?
Cava
I can’t say that Spanish Cava is better than South Africa’s Blanc de Blanc (see The Best Bubbly Comes From Franschhoek, Not France), but it’s both refreshing and affordable. Can Paixano has many varieties of Cava, all at amazing prices.
$2-$4 a glass.
Burgers
Who doesn’t like a fatty burger with a glass of bubbles?
Tapas
As one who enjoys one too many, I appreciate tempering my temptation with tapas. Can Paixano has many on tap for the right price.
Day Drinking
Is there anything better than being buzzed in the day? The crowd at Can Paixano does not think so.
I know about food but am not a foodie and I despise that word. When my friend who is as sarcastic as I am invited me to go to a Michelin-star restaurant in Barcelona, I accepted because I knew it would be a laughing good time. Indeed, it was.
My prior two Michelin experiences were not the pompous, over-the-top experience one would expect when overpaying for sustenance (see Punk Royale Copenhagen: Michelin Restaurant on Acid & see Michelin Sushi Tenerife: $375 Worth Spent??). While the vibe of this place was more reserved, it did not detract from the enjoyment of the evening.
In addition to great company, the food was tremendous. Unfortunately for Mont Bar and the chef, I cannot describe how delicious the food was. Half of the ingredients used to describe what I was eating were foreign to me, despite being presented in English. Worse still, I know that these photos do not capture the art, sophistication, and extravagance of such a meal.
TPOL’S Tip: Skip the overpriced Wagyu but be prepared to deal with the waitress’s disappointment should you do so.
TPOL’s Tip: Do not order the wine pairing at a Michelin restaurant. You will get too hammered to enjoy the nuances of the food consumed.
All I could do was try to keep a straight face while the brigade of waitresses came by to explain what each item was. With each course, we were instructed in which order to consume each part of the composition. “We recommend you start with X and then follow it with Y.” I asked what would happen if I defied her orders. Would the common man miss the experience if he had the Y before the X? Would the waitress be offended? Would the chef be aghast?
It took until the second to last dessert for me to go rogue. My order of operations was wonderful, leaving me to wonder if it would have been better had I followed the instructions.
Supposed to go from closest to furthest.
Deep Thought
If you’ve seen the movie The Menu, it will change your perspective of going to Michelin restaurants. It will also make you second-guess whether your compulsion of photographing and now filming (see DJI Store Barcelona: A Great Upgrade for an Unpublished Vlog) should be outlawed much like it is at comedy shows. Should we go to enjoy the performance and leave the b/v-logging at the door?
TPOL’s Tip: Mont Bar is located at Carrer de la Diputació, 220, L’Eixample, 08011 Barcelona, Spain
Overall
The cost of this foray into culture was 340 euros for two. Given the laughs, the food, and the experience, it was money well spent.
So why haven’t I given up on this initiative? Because the world needs to see me. And when they see me (in 4K), they will read me.
There are many obstacles to my success. First and foremost is my inability to edit content. Years ago, I deviated from common sense and bought Apple. I thought Final Cut Pro would bring out the Academy Award director in me. $3544.57 later, Ms. TPOL uses the machine to write papers and create spreadsheets.
This time, instead of doing it myself, I hired a professional film producer.
The producer asked what ‘gear’ (technical jargon for those of us in the industry) I was using. It reminded me of the scene from Catch Me If You Can. I mentioned that I had a Samsung Z5 Flip and a DJI Pocket 2. I also told him that I could not use my phone to film myself because I despised those people and would have to kick my own ass if I became one of them.
With minimal instruction, I went on my first trip as a vlogger to carnival in St. Lucia (see They Call Me Mr. Fete: St. Lucia Carnival Intro ). The footage was abysmal but I had no interest in giving up. My second stop as a vlogger was Barcelona. I meekly walked the streets with my DJI Pocket 2 with a microphone on my shirt hoping that no one would notice. While sucking as a cinematographer and simultaneously making strangers uncomfortable (see Creeper Cam Is Back: Alexander Bachuwa Launches the Vlog), I also realized that my ‘gear’ sucked as well.
I told my producer that I was keen on buying the DJI Pocket 3. I Googled ‘DJI Pocket 3 Barcelona’ and in a a moment of serendipity learned of the DJI store in Barcelona.
Not worried about the ROI of this venture, I left the overhyped Barceloneta Beach beach (see Guns & Butter: Barcelona Travel Guide) and made my way to the mall. $800 later I have the best gear that money can buy.
Disclaimer: If you’re reading this post in October 2024, you will see this:
Disclaimer: If you’re reading this in 2025 and you still see that, then I have failed at this undertaking.
Sales Pitch: If you’re an optimist, you can find the vlog for Alexander Bachuwa’s, aka the #masterofwon, here.
Although TPOL loves writing about travel, there’s more to Alexander Bachuwa than points. Accordingly, I have started a YouTube channel appropriately named Master of Won.
What a cool container of potato chips I thought. I used the tongs to take a few chips. I put the tongs down, and almost immediately a man dipped his entire hand into the jar and loaded his plate with chips. He did it directly in front of me with no shame.
By now you have read about the indictment of the Mayor of New York, Eric Adams. The failing NYT has a great article, Lie-Flat Seats and Chilled Champagne: Testing Eric Adams’s Upgrade Life, detailing the mayor’s keenness on flying Turkish Airlines. Unfortunately, it’s not all miles and smiles, for the mayor. The SDNY has indicted Mayor Adams for corruptly accepting more than $100,000 in illegal gifts, including expensive airline seats and stays in hotels, in exchange for using his political influence to help Turkey.
As an attorney, I need more details before I make a determination whether such charges are warranted. As a travel blogger, I wonder why Mayor Adams has not been reading my blog. Had he done so, he could have avoided this headache. Like the mayor, I have flown Turkish more times than I can count. Like the mayor, I too have enjoyed the mezze on the flight. Unlike the mayor, I am not enthralled with the Turkish Lounge (see Why I Still Don’t Like the Turkish Lounge in IST). Unlike the mayor, I know that Turkish doesn’t route through Instanbul [sic] on the way to Easter Island, though I applaud his creativity and desire to increase his Country Count (see Where I’ve Been). Critically, unlike the mayor, I know that points, not an alleged quid-pro-quo arrangement, are the best way to enjoy the benefits of business.
My favorite part of the NYT article reads as follows:
Cenk Öcal, who as general manager of Turkish Airlines in New York was said in the indictment to have served as the point person for Mr. Adams’s numerous seat-upgrade requests, seems to have understood this all too well, dangling business-class seats in front of the mayor as both carrot and stick. After Mr. Adams was elected mayor, Mr. Öcal began angling for a spot on his transition committee:
“It would suit me well to be lead Or Senior Advisor,” Mr. Öcal wrote in a text to an Adams staffer, according to the indictment. “Lead Plz :).” He later texted, and then added — deploying perhaps the most horrifying generic threat imaginable to someone terrified of being relegated to the back of the plane — “Otherwise seat number 52 is empty.”
As an attorney, I find these texts to be incriminating. As a travel blogger, I empathize with the mayor by quoting Kamala Harris, “We’re not going back . . . to peasant class.”
The following is not legal advice:
If you’re going to be busted over airline upgrades, make the charge worth it by flying Emirates, SQ, or Cathay. The latter comes with this prison jumpsuit:
Despite my complaints about the Grand Hyatt BCN, I did enjoy the happy hour. Who can complain about bottomless cava and tapas? This story has nothing to do with the Hyatt and everything to do with a guest of the Hyatt.
While loading my plate with all the goodies, I stopped to take this photo.
What a cool container of potato chips I thought. I used the tongs to take a few chips. I put the tongs down, and almost immediately a man dipped his entire hand into the jar and loaded his plate with chips. He did it directly in front of me with no shame.
I was revolted but decided not to confront this gross individual. Instead, I went back to my table and ate the other tapas. On his way out, the man walked by the chips again, dipped his hand in again, and left with a handful.
I hope somehow he comes across this book and learns the lesson: keep your dirty hands to yourself!
There are hotels that I expect will disappoint. There are also hotels that I expect to exceed expectations. Grand Hyatt BCN was one of those that I expected to be great. In the end, there was good, there was bad, and there was annoying.
Good: Room
Great king-size bed, good shower.
I love when the controls are next to the bed.
Bad: Elevator Room
I hate rooms next to the elevator. Worse than the elevator was being next to the service entrance. All morning it sounded like someone was coming into my room. I would hear dishes and glasses tossed around and people talking. It was impossible to sleep.
Annoying: Coffee
I found it funny that they gave 4 decaf to 2 normal espressos (see Why So Much Decaf?).
Extra water was welcome
Good: Happy Hour
Who doesn’t love a great happy hour? Excellent Cava and a diversity of snacks were offered during the two days I went to the bar on the ground floor. My personal favorite is the tortilla de patata.
Bad: Lounge
This was one boring lounge with no atmosphere. It didn’t even have music. It did have plenty of normal coffee.
Annoying: Location
While the location of this hotel was not as remote as the Hyatt Regency Barcelona Tower, which was in the middle of nowhere, the Grand Hyatt Barcelona is not in the heart of the city. I wasted too much money on taxis instead of being able to walk out my door.
Good: Spa
The spa was incredible. After my experience in Colombia (see Frozen: Ice Bath Medellin), I easily handled the cold pool and spent the rest of the time dipping here and dipping there.
Bad: Pool
I am exaggerating when I say the pool was bad, but I need to keep the theme going. It was adequate.
Nespresso
Let it be known to all, that the best pod espresso machine is Nespresso. The rest fall short. I will settle for an impostor machine over instant coffee. It is a devastating disappointment to check into a hotel and discover no espresso machine. Typically this happens in the US.
At the Grand Hyatt Barcelona, there was not a Nespresso machine but something that looked like it. Ready to attack the town (see Guns & Butter: Barcelona Travel Guide), I proceeded to make myself an espresso. To my amazement, I discovered 4 decaf pods and 2 normal. At home, I have decaf pods for the rare occasion when I want that espresso taste without the espresso bolt. It makes sense that hotels provide the decaf option, though I have to wonder how many people use it. What does not make sense is the ratio of 4 decafs to 2.
I could have let it go, but I decided to ask the front desk. Ever the smart ass, I showed the man the picture and asked him what he saw. He said cream and espresso. Like Rafiki, I told him to look closer. He said, “Ah ha! There are 4 decafs and 2 normal.” I queried in Spanish if in a city like Barcelona if this made sense. Unlike my last joke in Spanish that almost got me removed from an airplane (see Iberia Business ORD-MAD: Mask Jokes Literally Don’t Fly), he laughed and said no. He then sent someone to my room with enough espresso for Rick James and me.
There was a time in my life that I walked around with a video camera. It was known as the creeper cam by virtue of its ability to capture stealth moments in HD. In total I had 3 of these Sanyo-made devices. As phones took over, the desire to carry an extra device faded as did my creepiness. Incidentally, this was around the same time I started my blog in 2014 (see TPOL Is Ten And #MasterOfWon).
Although TPOL loves writing about travel, there’s more to Alexander Bachuwa than points. Accordingly, I have started a YouTube channel appropriately named Master of Won. This is not an amateur operation. I have a film producer who takes my content and produces magic that should generate fractions of hundreds of pennies (see TPOL’s Way Out of Poverty Is Not Vlogging).
The inaugural clip is coming soon. For now, answer this question: do you find this guy creepy?