Moroccan couscous, Ethiopian injeras, Greek moussaka and tons of Turkish baklava – these are the things that I owe to my three years survival in Amsterdam. Cheese croquette? I beg your pardon! Globalisation. The endless streams of people and cultures. The borrowing, the mixing and the raptures. What are the chances that hamburgers remain the sole survivor, the last authentic food on Earth?.. There is hardly anything genuine about this tiny Japanese restaurant at carrer Cometa 3. Does it really matter? The 8 Euro menu includes hot miso soup, a portion of noodles and a set of sushis or makis (on some days better than on others); the waiters are fun and the sake murai is consistently exhilarating. You can either eat inside or, if the weather allows – and in Barcelona it always somehow does – grab a box of maki and enjoy your meal on the stairs of the Basilica dels Sants Martirs at the picturesque Plaça Sant Just just four minutes aways. No matter what your decision might be, Sushiya Bentou is a great option for a lunch or a quick, small budget dinner. 

P.S. Let me know if you figure out the mystery of hemp leaf on the sign, will you?

Film scholar and a tango fanatic, I was born in 1983 in the gloomy cold place called Estonia. I first visited Barcelona three years ago. The colors, the sounds, the smells, and the inimitable vibe of the city – it did not take long for Barcelona to put its spell on me! ‘This is a city I want to live in’, a thought kept spinning through my head while I was jostling through the endless flow of crowd at La Rambla. So now its your turn! Do yourself a favor, get on a plane/train/bus/car and let this city do its magics!