We got back into Madrid about 10:45, and had to leave for the airport (on the Metro) around 19:00. We went back to the Prado with opera glasses specifically to look at fine details in Hieronymus Bosch’s “The Garden of Earthly Delights” (the glasses came in handy at the modernist Palacio Longoria later). We went back to the Mercado Antón Martín for our cans of olives. And…
I had mentioned that we could not get reservations at any of the La Castela restaurants, but the one that really hurt was La Lloreria, a small place in Malasaña (eight or ten bar seats, four or five four-tops). After going to bed sad, I woke up realizing that I could try for this last day, and indeed there was availability at 2pm. (Two parties showed up while we were there and were turned away.)
The overwhelming impression of this place is of youthful energy contained and channelled to great effect. I don’t think there’s a fault I can point out. Either they will move to a larger place, or as with the audience at certain legendary concerts, they will each go off and start their own great place. “How often would you eat here, if we lived here?” my partner asked, and I said at least once a month, maybe twice if the menu changed, as from the erasures on the chalkboard it seemed to. (I could not live in Madrid due to the summer heat. San Francisco is my ideal summer, and I speak from experience.)
Sorry for the white dreads in this photo; at least I blocked out one of the two.
This photo has three of the four people working; the fourth was a guy with a larger circumference. We interacted mostly with the woman bending over, the larger guy, and the bearded guy (all perfectly fluent in English, especially the first woman, who we talked to the most). You can see them composing the plates; there are two smaller induction burners below the counter where they are working, and a larger induction stove behind them. I can’t be sure, but I don’t think any cooking is going on in the back room; I only saw larger containers and clean dishes coming out. If we had been seated closer to the left end of the bar, it could almost have been a masterclass.
The posted menu is in a minimalist style I’ve seen before (and honestly, if I were running such a place, which I would never do, I might opt for this) but we were offered two choices: either we order off the menu, in which case they would go through all the choices in detail, or we could put ourselves in their hands, in which case they would ask us some questions and then decide on what to give us (and explain just those in detail) until we decided we’d had enough. We, of course, went for the second choice, and I took notes on my phone. There was plenty of opportunity to ask questions and get details.
They went to the top of the agua del grifo ranking when we asked for it and were told, “That’s all we serve. The tap water in Madrid is so good!” Which is accurate, Granada too, due to the mountains. They do have bottled sparkling water, though. We got glasses, and a carafe, which was refilled without our asking.
A sous-vide egg yolk (70C for 45 minutes, I asked) intended as faux beurre for the bread, our amuse-bouche while we decided on dishes.
The menu says they have fifty wines but ask the team. I let them choose. Here is the first one, from Ribeiro, a mix of four grapes, primarily Godello.
Starter: oysters with emulsion of chicken wings, carrots, and sherry vinegar, with pickled jalapeños and Kampot peppercorns from Cambodia (I have a prized small container of these brought back from Cambodia in person, and they are my finishing pepper at the table).
First dish (all of these were media racións shared between us): cherry tomatoes peeled and cured in sugar and salt, dressed with white miso and toasted butter sauce, pickled mustard greens, and watercress. Shown as presented, and mixed up by us before serving.
Second dish: beef tongue stewed with chiles (ancho, guajillo, pasilla, I asked), mussels in escabeche, raw snow peas, garlic and lime. The texture was really soft; I would not have guessed it was tongue (which I like).
Second wine, from Ribeira Sacra, primarily Doña Blanca, more mineral.
Third dish: cauliflower, bacon, raisins, French Vadouvan curry, puntillas (very small squids)
Fourth dish: tuna belly (ventresca de atún), roasted artichokes, tamarind sauce, samphire.
At this point we were asked if we were ready to move on to dessert. I was tempted to keep going for, I don’t know, a couple of days, but my partner wisely said, “We’re ready for dessert.”
Water pear cooked in sherry vinegar, toasted corn, coconut creme fraiche, fennel, lime zest.
This feast cost us slightly over 80€. So was this our best meal in Madrid? I feel Barmitón was not given a fair chance to compete. The two restaurants are really incomparable, and linear rankings are usually silly, but if I had to shuffle our meals into tiers, it would look like this:
La Lloreria, Barmitón
La Monteria, La Lopez, Sincio
La Canibal, Casa Dani, Tatema, Salino
Terzio
This opinion is worth exactly what you paid for it.
We will return to Madrid, for sure. Mostly to eat, though we will hit the big museums again, and some smaller ones that we missed. And we will explore more neighbourhoods. And take day trips to Toledo and Segovia.
Thanks again to @Maribel, @erica1, and all the others whose posts here helped inform us. It was a really great trip.