In 1993, Santi Alegre and I, Ada Parellada, rented a large space in the centre of Barcelona’s Eixample district. It had previously belonged to an old and rather beautiful publishing house that had just closed shop. So we substituted the books with menus and the letters with dishes, hoping to fill the place with baked sea bass, lots of black Catalan botifarra sausage and chocolate delirium tremens. And we called it Semproniana.

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