May 31, 2013.
A server at Nook, one of our West End favorites, recommended this little place which turned out to be about a block and a half from our Vancouver home. What a find! Everybody knows new little restaurants have the approximate survival rate of hatching salmon eggs, but I sure hope nothing goes wrong with this place. It deserves to make it down the river, avoid being eaten by predators, and fight its way back.
It’s a small room with a single row of tables siding on the bar. We sat at the front window, which was a fabulous late-spring-evening show, tattooed teenagers, 60-ish tourists, a wonderful four-year-old waiting for the bus with mum, dozens of couples on their way. We ordered a bottle of Muga Rioja with which we are familiar and we weren’t disappointed.
A minor quibble was our being left to make up our minds from among the lovely menu items, only to be confronted with the even more lovely specials. “Toasts” as tapas are a specialty, and they come it many varieties. We had chorizo, and an absolutely heartbreaking morel item served over a soft poached egg on wonderful toast, with a mushroom-stock-wine reduction (but not too reduced) that was the best thing that evening but which left us wanting to keep coming back and trying everything. Our main was a calamari salad with mint perfectly seasoned and dressed.
If you are wandering the West End and get hungry don’t miss it. We are just starting to find out about its scope but there has to be somebody in the kitchen who knows and loves what they are doing. Hope they stick around. food 8.6/service 7.2/ambience (either you love it or you hate it) /overall value 8.5.
We’ve been back here twice now and tonight I almost caught myself thinking, “Why can’t I just live here?” The chef is named Neil (the server didn’t know his surname) but whoever he is he knows somehow (I imagine instinctively) how to make wonderful flavour. This little place is a genuine gem.
First, you do have to arrive early. We got there at about 5:15 on a Monday and so had our choice of seats, and if you don’t want to be drowned in the dark nightmare of noise that destroys the pleasure in even the best little restaurants, plus enjoy the traffic on Denman Street, you have to get one of the two sets of seats at the bar looking out the front window.
The specials were exquisite. We started with a cup of crispy chickpeas deep-fried in sweet paprika and mint in an unidentifiable fat. Next came a salmon tartare done also with mint, chili, lemon, and yogurt, with accompanying olive oil toasts, which was absolutely gorgeous and unassuming. Then an incredible sherry braised beef served on damp toasts with a cheese and soft fried egg on top. Just exquisitely satisfying. Also a deep-fried zucchini flower stuffed with potato and cheese, and our favourite morcilla topped with another fried egg.
For $50 we had a 2005 Rioja that I would have paid $50 for retail, but so far haven’t been able to track down. Overall price $133 for two with a 20% tip.
Updated scores: food 9.3, service 8.3, ambience 8.1 (if you sit in the front window. probably more like 7.0 in the general restaurant), value 8.9. This is one of the real hotspots in the city in our opinion. Don’t miss it.
We seem to return once a year, and it’s not often enough. Again I insist: you must sit in the front window or at the few seats at the end of the bar if you don’t want to be destroyed by shrieking and clatter.
But once set up, what a delight! The menu varies, and there are specials. Green pea humuos with bits of goat cheese amuses in a perfect tiny baked bread. Sardines and tomatoes on toast crisp and fabulously varied in flavor and consistency follow. There is a piece of cured pork at the back of the restaurant and the IBERICO CHORIZO DE BELLOTA which is a bunch of slices of that is about as heavenly of prosciutto as you could find. Roasted beets were good but not being a vegetarian I left more behind for Robin than I ate.
Too bad, the online menu isn’t the current one. I remember an asparagus with Asian-spiced chorizo on top, and then one of their perfect-egg-topped items which I can’t exactly recall. Both delicious and plenty of flavor contrast.
Same $50 rioja: fabulous bargain.
I discover the exec chef is an anglo guy, Neil Taylor. He has started something a few blocks away called Fat Badger, which I gather is pub food. It’s in the old Gavroche on Alberni Street, sadly missed after being one of our favourite traditional French experiences since a premarital date there in, I think, about 1978. Have to give the new proprietor a try.
The above scores are about right. Espana remains very near the top of my list around here.