First dinner in Spain

I had done my research on restaurants in Barcelona no doubt. I had high aspirations of our first night here- eating my first tortilla, white sardines and peppers with filet mignon but my hopes were dashed with the fishbowl g&t's and lack of sleep. I just knew that not everyone's excitement for a good tapas bar would be able to equal my own. But really, by shear luck, i got my heart's desire. And heres how it happened: we were recommended to a restaurant that we couldn't find then conceded to eating at a mall food court but after wondering around the shops realized that this was not what we had all agreed upon before leaving the States. Our density lay in a tapas bar in old downtown called La Cerveseria Catalana. Research had told me that this was THE place and even though we were exhausted, buzzing with g&t's in our system we finally hailed a cab to venture into downtown Barcelona for tapas. We are 4 very healthy Americans though and with Gary standing at 6'1" and Bert at 6'7" I called to Gary to request a larger cab. Now I'm going to tell you at this point that Karen warned me the rest of this story could never translate, or give you the giggles as much as it did us but Gary did not heed my warning to find a larger cab so we all squeezed into a small one owned by a Nigerian man who only spoke French. Karen, Bert and I were in the back seat- don't ask me how we fit because I still can't tell you but we laughed so hard all the way to the restaurant that we were crying and my sides still hurt!