No, not the Spanish Armada, but Amada, the best Spanish restaurant in town, where we had lunch. It’s a beautiful place, and immediately after passing through the front door, we passed through a lovely plush curtain, a more stylish and unusual way to keep out the cold air than having a second door. Immediately inside was a very Spanish scene: several serrano hams hanging tantalizingly above the bar, lots of dark wood dominating the decor, custom-built wine racks on the walls, and a gorgeous carved marble top on the bar. Some modern design touches to go along with the traditional Spanish feel, such as gauzy white curtains in parts of the room. Very sturdy yet sleekly modern chairs and tables with shiny varnished wood.
They had a stage for flamenco, which made me want to bring my flamenco guitar to play there. Upon asking, I found that unfortunately they’ve discontinued flamenco due to noise problems with their neighbors. I surmised that they’re doing so much business, live music probably isn’t even needed anyway – oh well.
We dined on Serrano Ham sandwiches with manchego cheese, roasted red peppers, and Spanish chorizo (ohhhh!) on freshly baked rolls with an aioli sauce. It also included possibly the tastiest fries I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a few. Pure savory lusciousness that triggered memories of a cherished Canary Islands trip. We also had a delicate squash soup. Just a great meal, and we’ll probably be returning there for a tasting meal blowout.