Stumbled onto this little place, one of many restaurants on this dusty cobblestone back alley. We read the menu, compact and tight offerings which we took to be a good sign because the kitchen is focused only on what they do well ... we opted to sit outside on one of the three tiny tables with high chairs. I tasted my first ever strawberry gazpacho: it blew my mind, chilled, fresh as if from just plucked berries; with first bite, it exploded and catapulted off the roof of my mouth, hit the palate as hard as any dish in memory. My eyes literally bugged out of my head and I stared at my husband in disbelief, as if, "WTF is happening?" How could something so simple in theory--pureed and chilled strawberries, taste so frikkin amazing? Don't know what sort of alchemy experiment they've got going on in that kitchen, but it was a delicate and magical mix of slight heat from a green pepper, tang of onion and garlic, the aroma wafting through, a hint of cilantro and tomato, but not so much that it overpowered the essence of strawberry, perfectly balanced between tart and sweet and salty, it may even have had a shot of bitter to balance put the umami of the thing. I sipped on it, and entered a vortex, a zone where this soup and I became one, I emerged from my zone only when every last drop was gone. Looking back, I should've ordered another one. But why didn't I? In my hubris, I thought, "This is easy, I could make this at home." NOT! I tried, and the damn thing turned green cuz I put too much parsley :-( And it turns out you must cook it, put effort in it, not just liquefy berries ... who knew? Their strawberry gazpacho is a memory for the ages, and worth the visit to Seville. Rather than get the sarajermo, ever present everywhere and good in itself but of which we'd tired, we also got their chilled almond soup, which I'd never heard of. It was good, but too much like runny hummus nary any almond flavor, and we were not a fan though my husband gamely finished it. We also got the squid ink risotto with grilled prawn--a decadent and creamy concoction, a bowl of comfort, the arborio rice the perfect consistency. It was a tad too salty for me and had we not ordered all the other stuff, we would've polished it all off. Next came the anchovies in olive oil, and though they were fine, I was disappointed because I was expecting the Spanish anchovies in vinegar. The Catalan tomato bread/olive bread, full of flavor and a soft, warm consistency, outer edges crispy, with a beautiful ratio of tomato to garlic to bread to olive. The service was fantastic, a warm and friendly host/server, who proactively brought us an English menu after we were initially given the Spanish. He brought out the dishes exactly as we wanted them paced, cracking jokes along the way, making us feel all the warm fuzzies, welcoming and sweet, and when we didn't finish the risotto, was concerned that something was wrong with it, inquiring if everything was okay, which it was more than "okay," it was superb. What a rare and unexpected little gem, a treat. If you're there and they have that strawberry gazpacho, pleeez order not one, but two--you won't regret it:-) read more