It was amazing. Quimet and Quimet is about 8 feet by 10 feet, with a high ceiling. The walls are covered in wine bottles with the prices scratched in chalk underneath. The bar however has no menu, no prices, just tons and tons of amazing tapas. In fact, one can hardly call them tapas. We started with Smoked salmon which was out of this world. I think the secret was the honey. I also had a glass of the store beer, which was an excellent dark beer. We chatted with some travelers from Australia, and a consultant from Pfizer. Besides them, and us, everyone else spoke spanish.
You just waited to order until the bartended made eye contact. With three of them, and at least 50 of us, it couldn't work any other way (or that way for that matter, we waited a good fifteen minutes within arms reach of the bar before I was able to order our first round.
I had Pate for my second plate, Shiva got an assorted cheese plate, which had some lovely strong cheeses on it.
All in all, one of my favorite experiences thus far on this trip. Right there with Hotel ME, L'Umbracle, and finally having Paella.
We showered, and went out, only to discover the place Shiva was hoping to share with me, Champagneria, was closed. We tried a club, but ended up on the wrong side of the water. On the way home, Shiva set off to go out some more, and I headed back.
Only one more night of this shared room torture.
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