I made it through the first few days of my trip without thinking about pizza. I'd had excellent meals at spots like Taller De Tapas and felt no need to work some pizza into my diet. But on our third day there, we wandered into a bakery just off Las Ramblas. We weren't even particularly hungry, but the smell of fresh baked goods lured us in. The name of the bakery was the not-so-easily-pronounceable BarcelonaReykjavik (12, Carrer del Doctor Dou, 34-93-3020-921).
It was still pretty early in the morning and my eyes were immediately drawn to the fresh brioche buns, cinnamon roles, chocolate croissants, and assortment of other pastries. Everything is made in-house and is about as fresh as it gets.