Architectural schizophrenia aside, one thing that doesn’t have a dual personality is the food. Nelson Burgos (Mamasita) serves up bold, fresh flavours so true to the homeland that tapa means that – just uno, one. You’ll need a new way to test just how much someone loves you; there aren’t any gallant “Oh no I couldn’t, please…you have the last one” dilemmas in this joint.
Seating is at perch level, so an intimate knowledge of gazing up at your waiter’s nasal hairs will no longer be a concern…. Stand or sit, lean or lurch there is eye candy abound including the food. Kick off with a jug of Sangria spiced up with top shelf rum and house made caramelized orange syrup. Dive into roasted mushrooms with a zingy gremolata, layered piquillo and spanner crab croquette, morcilla with truffle oil and oozing poached egg causes more than one ‘Ole’. Longaniza may sound like a style of flamenco but it knocks chorizo off its sausage stage in a clap of the hands. Sliders get a makeover with a calamari and rocket sauce partnership which will have your hips sashaying before your lips have clamped down on a Rosita Ale or a Riley St Ruby cocktail.
Friendship duo Julian Marchetto and Nathan Moses have re-created a bit of Espana. You won’t find stuffed back bulls, wall hangings of wagon wheels and or an effigy of Santa Maria here. This is one place which doesn’t need the odd prayer to deliver a great night out.