The tapas trap
Last night we ate at Tapas Teatro in Station North before seeing the play at Everyman. Wow. I don't know if the place is always that busy, or it was just Saturday night, or because there are no outdoor tables this time of year it seems to be extra crowded. But it was jammin'.
I like their solution of letting you wait for your table at a table in the Charles Theatre lobby.
They bring you the menus and a little bowl of olives, and you can order a glass of wine while you wait. You just can't order food there. ...
It's very much more civilized than the tiny bar (although people were having fun at the bar; you just couldn't get within shouting distance of the bartender if you didn't have a stool).
Anyway, when we got our table we ordered various small plates to share. It didn't seem like a lot of food so we kept ordering, and I kept eating, and by the end I was struck by the fact that I had eaten about twice as much as I normally would -- or that I would if I had ordered a dinner with meat/fish and two sides. Tapas are tricky that way.
Of course, it didn't help that I polished off Tapas Teatro's panna cotta, made in house, with a chocolate shell coating the glass it's served in and salty chopped Marcona almonds on top. In my opinion, it's the best in town.