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The search for the best tapas bars in London has begun. In the running so far are:Brindisa (Borough, Soho, South Kensington)
Galicia (Portobello Road)
Meson Don Felipe (The Cut, Southwark)
Barcelona Tapas (City)
La Mancha (Putney)
After several feasting visits to various corners of Spain, the quality and diversity of the tapas is undeniable. My personal favourite place is San Sebastien (Donastia) in the Basque Country. The tapas available in San Sebastien is mind bogglingly good. London has spawned many restaurants offering damn good tapas and I am constantly on the look out for exceptional and authentic places to pitch up at the bar in and start ordering.
The first London Tapas bar Review will be posted this week following the inaugral tasting. Myself and my Ventian Gallego dining companion (a hybrid eating machine especially bred for this kind of work), Big Ric, will be reporting from the front line, taking special interest in: the variety of the menu, quality of individual classics and specialalities, range, diversity and quality of wines on the list, ambience, value for money and anything else that is deemed noteworthy.
If you have any suggestions to add to the list above then I'd love to hear them. Please email me directly at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. or on Twitter @bacchae
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