We moved into a new flat about a month ago near Avenida Mistral, the San Antoni neighborhood’s pedestrian only Rambla, and have been exploring our new environs for tasty, nearby gluten-free options.
One day, my husband and I were out on a stroll when we passed a nice looking restaurant with tables out front and a huge sandwich-board sign detailing their gluten-free options. I was so excited about this that I went inside to ask about their offerings. The owner, a middle-aged Catalan woman, graciously explained to me that they have pizza and hand-made pasta suitable for coeliacs. I promised that I would be back to give the place a try, and regretfully, I left without taking a business card. A few weeks later, my husband’s family was visiting, and his sister is also a member of the GF movement. I suggested we go try this place that I had seen. We set out walking, going exactly where I remembered being the day we saw the sign, on Calle Sepulveda, about 5 blocks up from Plaza Espanya. There was an Italian restaurant precisely where I thought I had seen the GF options, so we sat down at a table outside. When the waiter approached us, I asked him to explain the gluten-free options to the others. To my surprise, he had absolutely no clue what the hell I was talking about! I swore I was in the right place, it had to have been because we didn’t pass another restaurant on the way. Sadly, we were bereft of pizza that evening, instead opting for the universal GF options at any good Italian joint: risotto and salad.
A few weeks later I noticed, one block before the Italian place, a little cafe with tables out front called El Petit Mos. This must have been the place I had lost! I decided to surprise my husband with some gluten-free pizza for dinner, and went in to order.
To my dismay there were only 3 different topping options for me to choose from: cheese, mushroom, and ham. Already a bit trepidatious about the quality simply based on the lackluster selection, I asked the size of the pizza to make sure it was worth it. She held up a round dinner plate of normal size that would correspond with a personal sized pizza, about 10 inches in diameter (24 cm), and they were 8.50 Euro each, an average going rate for a GF pizza. I went ahead and threw caution to the wind, asking for 2 pizzas, both with cheese and mushrooms. Twenty minutes later, my pies were ready, and the woman handed me one pizza box. I thought this was odd, because the box was only big enough for a small pizza. I had already paid, so I took the box and went home.
My husband joined me for the unveiling of the pizzas, armed with his camera to document all of their glory. We were hoping to be adding another stellar review to our blog, and also that we had found a new local eatery that we would be frequenting. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
Inside that red and white checkered box were the saddest things I had ever seen being called pizzas. There were two, 6 inch (15cm) in diameter crackers, topped with maybe a tablespoon of tomato sauce, sparsely scattered, shredded mozzarella, and one half of a sliced white button mushroom. They were awful! They couldn’t have been cooked for more than 2 minutes, as part of the cheese had yet to melt. Cole went ahead and ate his pizza, while I decided to cook mine longer in our oven. His tasted like a cold piece of dry board with a smear of canned, processed flavor on top. At least the paltry serving of mushrooms were fresh, but that was about it. When mine came out of the oven, it was slightly more tolerable, but I would never call it better. All in all, it was a waste of 17 Euro, and I will never go back to give their GF pasta a try.
You may have better luck.
El Petit Mos
Address: Calle Sepúlveda 80, Barcelona
MON-THURS: 7:30 am – 8:00 pm
FRI: 7:30 am – 12:00 am
SAT: 8:30 am – 1:00 pm
Phone: 934 23 61 23