Tapas make for a great girl’s night out, which is how Ash and I found ourselves at La Boquería ready to delight in gourmet finger foods. From my first view of the restaurant, I was confident we were in for a good time.
The very first thing to arrive at our table confirmed my impression. Pan con tomate is just bread with some garlic and tomato rubbed on it along with a little olive oil. Simple but somehow divine.
Something about a Spanish restaurant makes me want to order sangria. I then usually regret this decision because let’s face it, most sangria is just cheap red wine that’s been ruined with too much sugar. This, however, was light and refreshing. And such a pretty fuchsia color!
There was never any question we would be having tapas. La Boquería does offer main courses, but why get one full plate when you could get lots of small plates? This decision to taste test as many different flavors as possible was instantly proved to be a good one when this platter of montaditos arrived.
Our choice of the selection of 4 cold and 4 hot montaditos meant we were served the day’s 4 hot selections, but we got to choose our own cold options. After much consideration, we settled on smoked salmon mousse with salmon caviar, hard goat cheese with oregano, tortilla española with onion marmelade and red pepper filled with anchovy. This last was an experiment as neither of us actually likes anchovy, but somehow the mix of flavors avoided being overpowering. Maybe I secretly do like anchovy?
The hot montaditos came out next. The pork and paprika with quail egg was good albeit VERY salty. Too salty for me. The camembert and chorizo and meat croquette toppings were more my style. My favorite of these, however, was the pork loin with a berry sauce.
By this point, we were realizing we’d underestimated just how filling our montaditos would be. We’d already ordered the bombas, potato balls filled with meat and topped with spicy salsa brava, but we still had room for what we were expecting to be small croquettes. How wrong we were. The bombas were giant but so good that we managed to finish them.
And then, because I really have no self-control or idea of when to stop, I ordered dessert. Torrijas are a Spanish bread pudding/French toast hybrid. Accompanied with ice cream. And a shot of cream sauce. With a bit of berry coulis for good measure. You can probably imagine the deliciousness for yourself.
Eventually, uncomfortably full, I drained my last glass of sangria and managed to roll home. I felt like a bomba but like a very happy, satiated bomba. What more could a girl want?
More in this series:
Saturday in Santiago