A wise Irishman, partial to community, fresh milk and friendly chat, lived on the corner of València and Muntaner. One day, as the fates would have it, in search of the embrace only warmth and food can deliver, he stumbled into Honey, where he was treated with kindness, two cafés con leche and a substantial breakfast.

Some time later he brought two friends back for lunch. The three were welcomed with the smiles and impeccable service of the twin sisters running the petit café. The menú del día was homemade goodness, 8 euros, and left them very satisfied. They speak of the ossobuco de pavo to this day, because it was delectable. They appreciated St. Pauli emblems on the wall, and the pfeffernusse and spekulatius on offer thanks to a cousin of the Catalan sisters living (and supplying) in Alemanya. And, yes, they also have great coffee, traditional Catalan cuisine, and currywurst. ¿Cómo no?

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