Everything was perfect, even the simpler items like a cheese plate had us swooning.
Their meat is done to perfection, their pasta unbelievable and all from scratch, and although we didn’t get any fish, everyone around us was swooning over fish plates as well. You can’t go wrong here, and it’s right by the tower and castle.
The owner and all his employees are about the nicest people ever! We loved talking to them, hearing the story behind the restaurant and why he opened it, Â and watching people line up outside the door for hours in hopes to eat some of the best food in the city. In Spain most eat a late lunch and a very late dinner, so if you’re eating at 6:00 pm like most Americans do when they open, you’ll snag a seat and a few moments to chat.
Jacob was in the mood for a chicken curry, and he kept saying a little “mmmm” after every bite. We also let Mack try some of each of meal. He loves mangos, but he went nuts for the curry that Jacob accidentally fed him instead of rice. We learned of our son’s favorite food that day and contemplated ordering a second plate. The curry we had in London was tops, but this was not far behind!
But the real reason we went back a second night was that I couldn’t shake the craving for a cheesecake. I’m not even the biggest cheesecake fanatic, but there was something magical about this one, and I am salivating just remembering it! I am not sure I’ve ever taste one this good again in all my life, and the wait time would so be worth one bite!