If you go to Portsmouth, you must go here. It helps to love Spanish wine because their selection is superb. Indeed, their entire wine list is impressive, but I stuck Spain; five different glasses in fact. I had a delightful, solo evening because I simply entrusted all my tapas choices to the attentive bar man who brought me his personal recommendations. Although the grilled asparagus was unremarkable, it was done beautifully. I was blown away, however, by the chevre croquets. Delectible! I could have eaten those all night. But the treats that sent me to to heaven, were the piping hot, sugar dusted churros, complete with a dish of slightly spiced melted chocolate for dipping. My first bite brought tears to my eyes as I flashed back to the churro vendors in Madrid 30 years ago. Save room for this dessert and be sure you have a designated driver, because you will want that third or fourth or fifth tasting of tempranillo, or granach, or was it it a blend. Oh heck, I don't remember any more. I'll need to go back.