Eat at your own riskThe pig fliesToo much on purposeMadrid 19:00 till lateSurprise or get outEat at your own riskThe pig fliesToo much on purposeMadrid 19:00 till lateSurprise or get out
The house roar
FLAVOUR FIRST
MANNERS SECOND
SURPRISE OR GET OUT
THE PIG FLIES
The house rule
Flavour first.Manners second.
Flavour first, manners second. If a dish does not make you laugh, gasp, or briefly question your life choices, it does not leave the pass.
What you are in for
The set list
A play in five acts
The riot, staged
The tasting is written like a show and served like one. Scroll through the running order, then come argue with it in person.
Acto I
Opening salvos
We hit first and we hit loud. Spherified olives that lie, a dumpling that bites back, and a pan con tomate taken apart and rebuilt on the spot.
Acto II
The sea, misbehaving
Cold, raw, and faintly hostile. A Galician oyster in sunglasses, a sea urchin disco, and a red prawn warmed for exactly nine seconds.
Acto III
Earth, on fire
The grill takes the room. Tomatoes in a bad mood, mushrooms in leather jackets, and a koji rice that picks a fight with everything near it.
Acto IV
The flying pig
The course you came for. Suckling pig arrives mid flight over a slick of fermented chilli that hums for an hour after the plate is gone.
Acto V
Sweet mutiny
Sugar with the safety off. Burnt white chocolate, a flan that joined a gang, and mezcal worm salt that is exactly as wrong as it sounds.
