Young frankenstein

The damp, musty Raval hides fewer tasty pieces than its glitzier cousin el Born on the other side of the Rambla. This makes it all the more satisfying when I do find something hiding among the crusty cafes with the metal bartops and electronics shops and supermarkets whose windows are no longer even translucent. Indeed, what the Raval lacks in quality, in many cases in makes up for with quality. This monstrous portrait was no exception.