In Barcelona, ​​authentic Italian restaurants are full of authentic Italians. You walk through the door and out pops a waiter, a busboy, a cook, a kitchen assistant, a phonetics expert, a toponymy trainer… All Italian. And the flour is Italian and speaks Italian to you from every pore. So do the tomatoes, the cheese, the olives, the thyme, the bay leaves, the wine, the beer… Even the air you breathe has been bottled in Castelvetro di Modena or Pieve di Teco. If this happened in a Catalan restaurant, it would be shut down immediately (by some law of the dictatorship of lethal morality) for being racist, discriminatory, unwelcoming, etc. It's easier to be Italian in Barcelona than in Catalan. Or… not.