So there I was, chatting with my friend Paola, who’s Mexican.
Out of nowhere she looks at me and says:
“Jorge… you know I’ve worked in a lot of restaurants, right?
And honestly… I miss it.
I miss the rush.
The chaos.
The heat of the kitchen.”
And I’m like — say less.
So she goes:
“Why don’t we do something together?”
And I answer:
“Okay but… what if we do something wrong?
What if you mess with Spanish food,
and I mess with Mexican food —
just enough to make people a little uncomfortable?
You know…
to offend tradition. Just a bit."
She loved it. Obviously.
She’s unapologetic like that.
So here we are.
👉 3 tapas with Mexican influence
👉 3 very Spanish tacos
Because sometimes the best flavors are born when you stop asking for permission.
Come eat.
Come drink.
Come judge us (or secretly love it).
One kitchen. Two cultures. Zero apologies.
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