The venue has an American diner feel to it. There is a restaurant and snacks menu, plus a tapas counter that runs the full length of the bar. On the whole, it's a 'free for all' kitchen - if you want it and they can cook it, then it's yours.
I arrive and take a seat at the bar. Within seconds, one of the female staff runs over, equipped with a Spanish flag pen and gleefully draws red and yellow stripes down both of my arms and across my cheeks. I have been officially branded a Spanish supporter for the night.
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