Editor Pick
Modesto Tapas Bar
- January 24, 2001
- Rated 3 of 5 by
jmineo from L.A., California
At ten o'clock we decided to try our hand at this Tapas bar thing. We stepped into Modesto, a famous tapas bar at the edge of Seville’s Santa Cruz district. The place was narrow, with standing room only. It was packed with locals. The bar was stacked with lobsters, baby clams, olives, pimento salad, and varieties of bruschetta—skewers with meat and seafood chunks too large for one mouthful. The dozen or so waiters (or camareros as they were referred to) wore black vests and ties. It took forever to wave one down, what with them rushing from end to end of the bar, and to the kitchen behind, weighing prawns and clams, shouting and clapping and waving their arms. They tallied everything we ordered as we ordered, much like in a sushi bar. In fact I felt like I was in a sushi bar, devouring one small plate of tapas at a time. I must have eaten a dozen of them. We never knew what we fancied until we'd see a tapas pass to another table. Order the steamed clams, in fact order two right a way. Otherwise, you way be waiting an excrutiatingly long time.
From journal Passionate Seville