I became obsessed with gazpacho because of this place. This is a place most people walk by, unassuming little storefront type cafe/restaurant in a hidden cobblestone alley. We went in because we were desperately hungry, got seated immediately at a little table to the side. We ordered Boquerones--anchovies, which were perfection, perfect little vinegary bites. We also got the empanadas, stuffed with tuna, and though I wouldn't write home about them, we gobbled them happily. Their Greek salad is simple and full of fresh stuff: kalamata olives and cucumbers, tomatoes and lettuce with an oregano herb based dressing. As for their gazpacho ... it's the soup that launched a serious obsession in me. A glorious, swoom-worthy balance of tomato, garlic, green bell pepper, onion, salt and pepper ... love was in that soup as well. And magic, voodoo spell thrown in. It bewitched me, this soup was insanely knocking me into another world of glory. Explosive, bombing flavor in every bite, more than the sum of it's part, truly alchemical. So much more than chilled tomato soup, this was a heaven and universe in a bowl. After tasting this gazpacho, I refused, much to my husband's consternation, to enter a restaurant if they didn't have gazpacho on their menu. No restaurant ever came even close to replicating what this modest little kitchen turns out for gazpacho. I promise you that even if you don't like gazpacho, this place will make you a believer. And if you like gazpacho, this place will make you into a lover of it. The lowly peasant gazpacho no more. Gazpacho never had it so good as in the hands of the chef here. Order it and weep with happiness, as I damn near did. read more