My parents are debating a long-planned trip to Europe. They had been strongly considering Barcelona, but a friend recently informed them that it was a 'second tier' European city, and recommended they go to Rome. Not that Rome doesn't sound great, but I don't think Barcelona deserves the slur.
These particular brownies probably can't prove that point, though, as their name is somewhat incidental--they were created for an event there. I'm not a giant brownie person, and when I am, I actually like the inside pieces, the kind you cut. However, these were perfectly nice, with hazelnuts and cacao nibs in them.
On an unrelated note, Matt is now in Hamburg, and has gotten himself some puffed spelt cakes called Dinkel Poppers. DINKEL POPPERS. Thank you, German language, for being you.