Walking up towards Hosier lane, I knew this was one of those funky places that is located in an unassuming alleyway. I was expecting a massive queue, but for a five pm Sunday arvo bar snack, I guess there wasn't much contention and I got seated at the bar really quickly.
The bartender/ waiter was really helpful and knowledgeable, relating the foreign wines to a local palate to a tee.
2009 Esporao Reserva Antao vaz/arinto/roupeiro Alentejo Portugal
Described to be full and buttery, like a Chardonnay, and he was right. It was a golden liquid that was a perfect accompaniment for the rich bar snacks I ordered to go with it.
QUESO $4.00 each: Quince Paste Cigar with Whipped Goats Milk Cheese
Anything that is crunchy on the outside and soft and creamy on the inside surely has my vote, but this delicate tapa was light as a feather and the cheese this delicious flavour that just lingers that little bit on your tongue. A shame almost, to wash it with a sip of wine.
Lobster Sashimi Special
A special of the day that caught my attention. It didn't melt on my mouth as one would expect from looking at it. Despite the nice flavouring, it was rather chewy and not the best lobster sashimi I've had. Serves me right for not sticking to the traditional Spanish dishes.
POLLO ESCABACHE AL MIGUEL $4.50 each: Spiced Chicken Escabache Tapa on Crisp Crouton
This one was a generous serving. I ended up deconstructing it and having two tapas. Delicate wafer thin croutons, topped with chicken that's just the right tinge of sour for escabeche. Really good for getting the juices flowing as a starter.
GAMBA; a full prawn baked in a bed of rock salt & rosemary served with a wedge of lemon. I thought whilst the presentation of this was lovely, the prawn was overcooked and lacked any flavour other than the salt it rested on. Really fiddly to eat too if you didn't want to use your hands. Not that bad a dish as the prawns were a good quality, but certainly not recommended for a bar snack.
2010 Castro Martin Albarino Rias Baixas Spain: I really didn't need a second drink but the bartender had described this one so well and since he was spot on with the other wine, I got curious. Am glad I did though, this wine seems to embody the rocky, chalky terrain (with puny little resilient purple flowers peeking from the cracks) it must have originated from. Well, if it didn't then, that's certainly what I envisioned when I started drinking it, transported to a foreign land where I was at peace with myself.
So in that happy daze, having had two amazing wines and tapa and two average ones, I stumbled back out towards Flinders St station. The sky had turned dark whilst I was indoors. I had forgotten I was in Melbourne's alleyways, or that I was away from home. Glad that the afternoon slipped away in such a trendy fashion, I braced myself for the balmy walk back to South bank, with lingering memories of the Spanish trip I had just taken.
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