A Barcelona food blog
I tend not to make a habit of writing about places I haven’t enjoyed. I don’t get much pleasure out of editing photos and putting words to copy if it doesn’t bring back good memories of the meal, nor do I want to slate the efforts others are making in setting up new business ventures. However, I’m going to make a brief exception with Mama’s cafe as it was a real disappointment despite seeming to hold such promise.
In the post Federal world it seems every new opening is made up of muted colours and pared back furnishings. I’m not against this, it lacks a certain originality but is soothing and relaxing and does set the right tone for breakfast and brunch. Mama’s cafe was appealing the several times I passed by and the internal patio is an inviting extension to the main eating space. So, where did it all fall apart? In short, rock hard toast on all orders, overly fatty bacon that seemed like the slices hadn’t even been separated when removed from their packaging, broken poached eggs accompanied by a slightly huffy “well they will take longer” when ordered.
My friend’s almost 9€ (!) beef sandwich over-promised yet under-delivered coming without the melted gruyère stated on the menu and left her underwhelmed and me still reeling at the price tag. I know it’s huge but that’s par for the course here and it’s not unusual to be served such a log of bread as a sandwich.
The huffing continued when my other friend’s undocumented pancakes with bacon and maple syrup were returned to the kitchen. “Very well done” she requested for the bacon, when they arrived, late, she said the bacon wasn’t well done and asked for it to be cooked a little longer. Cue brief discussion from waiter that the bacon was indeed well done but he eventually did take it back to the kitchen at her insistence. Sadly she still didn’t get to finish her dish as only two of the three pancakes were actually cooked, the third still raw in the middle. The maple syrup got her Canadian thumbs up though.
Mama’s cafe also offers a range of salads, pica pica dishes and an afternoon/evening menu replacing the brunch dishes but I honestly don’t have the ganas to return. I can’t help wondering if there was an air of Saturday morning hangover in the air which would explain the moodiness and eyes being off the ball.
Mama’s cafe, C/Torrijos 26, Gracia