So yesterday I finally got around to visiting that famous churro spot everyone talks about down in Barceloneta. You know the one – Xurreria Laietana. Been meaning to try it forever, heard insane things about their churros and hot chocolate.
The Smell Got Me First
Walking down the street, that smell hit me like a warm hug. Sweet frying dough and chocolate, man alive. Found the place easy enough – little hole-in-the-wall vibe, queue already forming outside. Okay, good sign, right? Joined the line, stomach rumbling loud enough the lady in front turned around. Awkward.
Reached the counter after maybe 15 minutes, trying not to drool. Glass case full of golden churros piled high. Hot chocolate steaming away in big jugs behind the counter. The guy working there looked bored, clearly done this dance a million times. Time to order.
Menu Overload & Ordering Panic
I scanned the menu board. Churros plain, filled, sugar-coated… hot chocolate thick or thinner? Felt kinda rushed.
- Pointed at the classic fresh churros: “Una ració de churros, per favor.”
- Then the chocolate: “Y… uh… chocolate a la taza? The thick one?”
He grunted, scribbled something, took my cash. Handed me a receipt and pointed vaguely to the pickup spot further down the counter. Felt like ordering at the DMV, but hey, worth it if the goods are good.
The First Bite – Mind Officially Blown
Got my tray – six piping hot, fresh-out-the-fryer churros resting on paper, all crunchy ridges and delicate twists. Plus a small, white cup filled to the brim with what looked like melted dark chocolate pudding. Seriously thick.
Grabbed a churro, dipped that sucker right into the chocolate. Heard it crackle as it went in. Pulled it out coated in glorious, glossy chocolate.
Took a bite. Holy smokes.
The churro was perfectly crispy outside, giving way to a soft, almost airy inside. Lightly salty? Really balanced the sweetness. But the chocolate… oh man, the chocolate. Intensely rich dark chocolate flavour, smooth as silk, thick enough that it clung properly to the churro. Not watery at all. Pure decadence. Like drinking a high-quality chocolate bar.
Worked my way through three churros (maybe more, who’s counting?) dunked in that heavenly potion. Had to stop myself from straight-up drinking the leftover chocolate with a spoon. Serious willpower moment.
Mission Accomplished (With a Sugar High)
Walked outta there feeling like I’d conquered something. Sugar buzzing, heart probably working overtime, but genuinely happy. Everyone raves about that place for a reason. Totally lived up to the hype. The perfect churro dipped in that legendary hot chocolate? Yeah, that’s the must-have combo right there. No fancy fillings needed. Just classics done absolutely right. Found my Barcelona happy place. Would queue twice as long next time, easy.
