If you are a pig, this is where you hope your legs end up - Barcelona, ham heaven!
There was gratuitous flying meet everywhere, we got dizzy from looking upwards at it, and there was risk of drool choking.
But it didn't end at pig, there was endless variety of many things.
At least 9 varieties of mushrooms here, so you need to know what you want.
Can you identify all of the fruits?
You can also get you fruit jellied in flavours which include green tea.
I suppose this might not be a safe place to take children.
There were some interesting fusion options.
I'm not too sure about stale tempura or bulgogi pitas, and we didn't get past the ham so as to try them.
Right, did I mention the ham? Here is the Master Carver of Deliciousness.
Plate of porky joy. (With three largely ornamental bread sticks).
Barry wasn't sure if it was enough, so he had a creme Catalan.
