I enjoyed several fantastic paellas at Los Caracoles in 1973. In fact, just before leaving Barcelona I checked my pack at the train station and went back for one more. I’ll never forget that place.
I think I asked you once if you remembered the Bar Texas, which is the only bar in Barcelona whose name I can remember after 50 years.

Heh, damn Europeans! They hate us, but don't hesitate to "appropriate our culture" when it suits them!
I love Paella! I even tried making it once, but I learned an important lesson:
You cannot package the stuff and eat it the next day at work for lunch after re-heating it in the microwave!
People will absolutely, 100% want to slit your throat and throw you off a bridge-it makes the entire place nearly uninhabitable due to the fish smell!