Aw, Copita, you were actually a really pleasant surprise! I wasn't expecting to like you nearly half as much as I did, and now you're going to be in my back pocket for a fun place to frequent.
Short segue: a couple years back, my partner in crime and I took what can only be described as a monumentally disastrous vacation to Barcelona (during which I nearly got in a fistfight with a fishmonger at 7am, I stopped an Indian guy from stealing my partner's documents in broad daylight at an internet cafe, we had to watch a housekeeper in a muumuu peeing in front of us, found a used condom under our bed, and had to avoid hypodermic needles on the beach). Suffice it to say, we did not leave with fond memories of Barcelona--except for the churros.
Holy crap were they good.
Since then, I've been back to Spain (far away from Barcelona) but my partner didn't get to come with. And whenever we walked past Copita, this was all she'd say: churros. Churros. C H U R R O S.
Ok, ok, woman. Fine. I capitulate to your craving. Churros!
Granted, Copita isn't a place to go for churros. It's a tapas bar, perfect for an intimate date or happy hour, and it has a fantastic atmosphere: just enough buzz, just enough casual romance, just enough warmth. You'd feel comfortable taking your steady date here, meeting someone for the first time, or taking a couple of coworkers or friends for drinks.
I'd read the mixed reviews and wasn't expecting to love it. Tapas bars tend to be loud, boozy places which serve mediocre food, but man, Copita, you really nailed it here.
We got a duck croquette, fried anchovies with cracklings, fried cauliflower. Being totally bereft of caffeine (if you guys read my reviews, I think you get how we pretty much get coffee everywhere we go) we also got coffee. Coffee was a miss; gf's flat white was decent, my espresso was just plain bad--caveat, their espresso beans of the season include Ethiopian which, to me, always produces an espresso which is too thin, acidic, and winy. The drink was well-made, I just wasn't down with the beans. So no points docked there.
The duck croquette was crispy and non-greasy on the outside, oozy and creamy and duck-y on the inside, with a nice hit of mushrooms and plenty of duck meat for texture; really pleasant. The anchovies were amazingly fresh-tasting, the cracklings deliciously crisp. We loved the simple combination of strong-tasting fish and fried pig. The cauliflower was done perfectly: just enough crispiness to give it texture while having the florets be gorgeous, soft puffs. Wonderful. All the flavours were honest, clean, simple, and traditional: a little island of respite in a sea of 'fusion' this and 'overprocessed' that.
If we'd been hungrier, we would have ordered the octopus (anything with tentacles is a solid choice in a Spanish joint) and/or shrimp we saw going past. They looked delish.
And then came gf's churros and my walnut gelato swimming in chocolate sauce. The churros were only ok; they were a little heavy, a little cold by the time they got to us, but the texture was solid. The sauce was too much of a sauce rather than corn starch-thickened cocoa, the way it's typically done. It was overly-sweet for me, but gf adored it. My gelato was alright.
So why the docked star?
Service was spotty. Attentive one minute, leaving us alone for 20 minutes at another, and the place was barely half-full. When I finally got chatting with a waitress, I found out she was from Andalucia (my fave part of Spain by far) and she was actually really charming--but by then the dismissive tone had sort of already been set and it was too late to really make up for it.
Keeping in mind that you might need to aggressively flag down staff if you want anything, and they might still ignore you, this place is a really solid choice for when you're feeling munchy or want to take someone for a casual night out. read more