Sat along their Spanish style bar at the windows, watching the world go by and with happy banter and the smell of pimientos (roasting peppers) filling the air, we were quickly taken back to memories of wonderful, carefree weekends in Barcelona.
We nibbled on a picoteo of bread and aoli as we perused the menu and sipped on crisp dry Cava. But what to choose? Their signature dish is "Pulpo Negro" (black Octopus) which I hear is wonderful (my taste buds aren't that brave!) We started off with the most succulent Gambas Al Ajillo (prawns with garlic) a firm favourite of mine, Lomo Iberico (dry cured pork), Spinach and Picos Blue Croquetas and Ambogidas (meatballs); then swiftly moved on to platos of Tortilla, Chorizo with Watercress and Judion Beans and Mojama with Pears and Olive Oil.
An Extra Virgin Olive Oil that carries my surname has got to be good!
Mojama with pears and olive oil - the saltiness of the tuna with
the sweetness of the pear was just exquisite
No Spanish meal is complete without Cafe Con Leche
Everything was just beautifully presented and beautifully cooked; I really can't remember eating somewhere where every mouthful was so tantalising. In the words of Al Martino's song, Spanish Eyes, "this is just adios and not goodbye, soon I'll return..."