The first was too dark. The second, all blurry. You might have stopped there, but one in our party was slightly more insistent. Third time’s the charm. And Lucio didn’t mind taking three photos. Once you’ve finished sampling the fare at Casa Lucio, it makes sense that its namesake is happy to take the time, make the extra effort, get it right. If he has any opinion on the Sant Antoni bar boom it’s that many of them seem to have been brought into the world too hastily. Then again, maybe it always seems that way when you’re 17 years in. Lucio (and Maribel, his wife and the magician in the kitchen,) remember when carrer Parlament was desolate. And while some things change, others don’t, including the indisputable authenticity of this clásico. Ham-wrapped figs, distinct cheeses, A+ cecina, the best sardines (ever?). Do keep an eye on the bill, though.