Monday night

Jean kipped, I blogged and bathed. I scouted the hotel bar and restaurant. Staffed by a nice fella, though no customers and only heineken. We chat while I have a half. He has spent a day and a half in Liverpool and from the look on is face that was clearly enough.
He says nobody eats in the restaurant. We are both aching and goosed and don't want to hit the town again. So we opt for diagonal del mar shopping centre. Figuring its a good option. On the way we stop at a 7-11 similar shop. Choice opf saturdays international grauniad or mondays indie. Indie wins. Get to diagonal and tapas 1 is shut. Reduces us to choice of mc d - ginos or three tapas. These boys know how to do shopping centre catering. We go for the ubiqtuous boquerones. This time its anchovies in vinegar they were tops. Then its the old tomato bread and a bloody huge meditteranean salad (oddly including half a hard boiled egg). Then our main tapas which is a fried fish platter. 2 langoustines calamari cuttlefish salmon whitebait. Delicious. Washed it down with a bottle of cava (frexinet which if I am honest I have always looked down on). Top stuff walk through the shopping centre and home before 11.