Ca la Pepeta, as the locals call it, is an essential stop. It’s named after the aunt of Manel and Jordi, who ran the place before her nephews took over. She was around when bodegas still supplied the neighbours who didn’t have refrigerators, serving canned goods and bulk wine, and she still remembers when her phone served the whole neighbourhood. It doesn’t matter what time of day you drop in, you’ll always find the perfect meal: a hearty breakfast, anchovies and patates braves (fried potatoes with spicy sauce) to go with a glass of vermouth right before lunch… at Ca la Pepeta, they peel their own potatoes -frozen spuds are unheard of here- and whether as a side dish or in an omelette, they’re a real pleasure to taste. If you just stop in for a coffee, they’ll serve it in the most authentic way possible: in a clear glass, so you can admire all the shades of colour from the foam to the dregs.