You order a drink from the bartender and pick up a plate to serve yourself. You then walk along the bar, picking out whatever you’d like. Secure a spot at the bar or one of the stand up tables and enjoy your tapas. But save your toothpicks. That is how the bartender knows how much you’ve had and what to put on la cuenta.
The environment was great, because you are continually interacting with other customers as you pick tapas off the bar shelves. Very fun and another contender for best tapas bar.
Just across the square from Sagardi is Taller de Tapas, a bit more formal tapas bar. The food and service were good, but it would not contend for the best.
Our mini-crawl complete, we headed out into the neighborhood again for a little more exploring. We returned to our apartment and Liam learned that cousin Danny Harper would not be able to make it to Barcelona from France, as he couldn’t make the train trip work for the time we were there. That put a little kink in the boys’ plans to go clubbing Monday and Tuesday nights (or, rather, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings).
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