After quitting my pub job one miserable Friday evening, my friend and I got spontaneously drunk and found ourselves in the Sangria Tapas Bar, on Upper Street in Angel, London.
It was probably quite clear that we weren't certain what we were doing there, nor what we wanted, but the waitress seemed equally uncertain about our presence and it took her several trips to the cashier and back until she seated us.
The decor in the Tapas Bar was wonderful; filled with candles and plush cushions and tiny little wooden tables that created a very cosy, happy ambiance, which was contrasted nicely with the pouring, grey sky outside.
Despite not being hungry, I ordered a small pepper and dish dish and garlic bread with cheese, along with a jug of Sangria for us to share. The food took a long time to come, and proved to be extremely small portions with not a huge amount of flavour to them when they did. As for the Sangria; it was my first taste of the stuff, and I was fairly drunk at the time of drinking it, so I'm no authority on the matter, but it was incredible; fruity and tangy and it heated me up on the inside.
My friend must have felt the same as the culmination of delicious sangria and a warm atmosphere ignited glorious plans of a summer trip to Spain.
But drunken visions of basking in Mallorca sun were shot down remarkably quickly by the hefty bill that was placed in front of us. For over £20 we received a very small portion of food and a jug of Sangria.
Yet despite the large price tag, the Sangria Tapas Bar was a great place to spent a drab evening, and is probably even better during the summer months. Although I doubt I'll be willing to fork out £20 for two small dishes again, I have no doubt I will return in a bid to reignite a Spanish dream with the help of a little sangria.
It was probably quite clear that we weren't certain what we were doing there, nor what we wanted, but the waitress seemed equally uncertain about our presence and it took her several trips to the cashier and back until she seated us.
The decor in the Tapas Bar was wonderful; filled with candles and plush cushions and tiny little wooden tables that created a very cosy, happy ambiance, which was contrasted nicely with the pouring, grey sky outside.
Despite not being hungry, I ordered a small pepper and dish dish and garlic bread with cheese, along with a jug of Sangria for us to share. The food took a long time to come, and proved to be extremely small portions with not a huge amount of flavour to them when they did. As for the Sangria; it was my first taste of the stuff, and I was fairly drunk at the time of drinking it, so I'm no authority on the matter, but it was incredible; fruity and tangy and it heated me up on the inside.
My friend must have felt the same as the culmination of delicious sangria and a warm atmosphere ignited glorious plans of a summer trip to Spain.
But drunken visions of basking in Mallorca sun were shot down remarkably quickly by the hefty bill that was placed in front of us. For over £20 we received a very small portion of food and a jug of Sangria.
Yet despite the large price tag, the Sangria Tapas Bar was a great place to spent a drab evening, and is probably even better during the summer months. Although I doubt I'll be willing to fork out £20 for two small dishes again, I have no doubt I will return in a bid to reignite a Spanish dream with the help of a little sangria.
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