Well it may suprise you to learn that I love spanish food. In fact if I had to choose between spanish and french I think it would be a close call. Italian – take it or leave it to be honest, but there’s just something about tapas. It might be the bite sized portions – big enough to enjoy but small enough so you don’t get full and can literally carry on eating for hours – a trick I refined very well on a recent trip to Madrid. Or it might be the liberal use of all flavours that I love – chilli, garlic, olive oil, paprika to name a few. Or it might be that, whenever I eat tapas, whether in Spain or at home, I always get to try something new, something delicious, something that I probably would never have tried elsewhere, but, because it’s small – it’s not quite so scary. Plus, you get to drink Cava. And Manzanilla. And more Cava. And Rioja...
Enter... Fino.
The occassion: one year anniversary (very big deal). The location: Fino, Charlotte Street. The pre-dinner drinks: The Charlotte Street Hotel. The result? Happy, full and in love.
The highlights: one word - TORTILLA. Melt. In. The. Mouth. With chunks of chorizo and runny in the middle this tortilla is better than any I have had in Spain, ever. Literally to die for.
Plus, Pimientos de Padron. A plate full of hot, salty little peppers that you just can’t get enough of. Plus, a plate of beef cooked so fine it barely needed chewing. Plus, a bowl full of steaming chickpeas cooked with pancetta and spinach.
And to finish? Well, why settle for one dessert when you can have lots of mini desserts? I like this way. We shared a bowl of chocolate soup, with caramelised pumpkin seeds. Yes, you read it correctly, that’s Chocolate SOUP. In other words, melted chocolate in a bowl. We also sampled a ‘shot’ of mango sorbet, and a traditional Crema Catalana.
The food was so good, I can’t even remember what the service was like. Or maybe that was all the Cava... who knows. Either way that was a meal to compare all others to. This is one restaurant I will be going back to again, and again, and again.. well, until I get bored and find another favourite to haunt.
Until then, Feed Me London, I’m addicted to tapas!












