The menu at Paco Tapas, a small tapas bar on the Harbourside in Bristol, is one that makes you want to order the lot. Itâ€™s unsurprising really as it’s a restaurant from the Sanchez Brothers (named after their father, Paco) who own Casamia next door.
This is more a rough and ready affair with stool seats and high tables in a small space playing loud music. It’s cool but not imposing.
Tortilla EspaÃ±ola (Â£7.50) is a must order in any tapas joint – itâ€™s a good gauge if the kitchen know what theyâ€™re doing. Once cut open, this one oozes out its eggy contents. Itâ€™s the best bloominâ€™ tortilla Iâ€™m yet to come across.
Croquetas are another one; order these every time and you’ll know if the kitchen can cook or not. Here, theyâ€™re crisp fried, creamy as anything and stuffed full of jamon (Â£3.25 each). Youâ€™ll struggle to find better. Sorry JosÃ© and Barrafina.
Gambas Al Ajillo (Â£13.50) sees two giant prawns, black from the charcoal grill, with the most exquisite soft, sweet flesh. We burn our fingers taking the shells off as we canâ€™t wait to get in. We suck on the head to get every last drop of that funky prawn flavour. Sucking prawn heads is the best bit FYI.
Presa Iberica (Â£11) showcases the kitchenâ€™s skill at grilling meat to perfection. The chunks of pig have a smoky char with a pink centre all generously seasoned with sea salt. This is the food I love to eat.
Duroc pork ribs (Â£6 for two) are pure fat; heavenly, delightful, gorgeous, sexy fat. Equally fatty is a rack of lamb (Â£12). The meat is so vibrantly pink it looks raw yet it just melts away as you eat it.
Even the grilled asparagus (Â£12) comes draped in smoked pancetta. Itâ€™s basically ribbons of pure pig fat. Need I say more?
You might have guessed that I fell in love with the food at Paco Tapas. I donâ€™t know where you live but Iâ€™d thoroughly recommend making your way to Bristol tomorrow and eating here, iâ€™s a very special place indeed.
Would we go back? YASSSSSSS