I suppose that if you want to eat tapas, you should go to Spain. We tried La Bodega on a Monday lunchtime in October, the place was about half full, and as they advertised tapas prominently, we thought that would be safe enough - first mistake. Moules persillade were not the fresh mussels you get everywhere in France, they were frozen greenlip mussels that were cold and chewy to the point of being tough. Tortilla, which should be the staple of any Spanish-style restaurant was cold, chopped up and clearly had not been cooked that day - ghastly! A plate of mixed charcuterie tasted good enough, but did not have either the quantity or quality to justify a 13 Euro price tag. A few thin slices of jamon, lomo, chorizo and manchego cheese was simply not good enough.
If the food was poor, the service was catastrophic. The patron effected an air of Spanish eccentricity, but in fact was simply dashing from one table to another in a totally random manner. He was "assisted" by a young lady who appeared to feel that serving tables was beneath her, didn't seem to know what was on the menu, and trudged around with a sullen look on her face. She would appear to have made a wrong career choice. Some of our meal came instantly, other parts came after 30 minutes wait. Three groups of customers gave up in despair of ever getting served, two others returned food that should have been hot to the kitchen because it was stone cold.
I am always reluctant to give a stinker of a review where the other reviews are good, but we either hit La Bodega on a bad day, or other contributors are more easily pleased. For me, this is a place I will actively avoid in future.
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