Back from an early food and meet and greet with an old friend and workmate of my consorts over at a supposedly Michelin starred little tapas eatery. Who the hell is running the Michelin guide these days? “Como” tapas is well financed but I didn’t think the tapas were exceptional. Maybe that’s my problem. I’m just not sure. The strangest thing was loud recorded pounding music in this small venue not for a crowded house because there weren’t that many patrons when we arrived at 4:30 p.m.
The enterprise is tucked into the small, southwest corner of a fairly new-build low rise building. The food was okay but a certain sameness to the taste of everything. Even the sliced demi-baguette that finally arrived in its little basket looked slathered with oil. I didn’t have any bread or oil. And the recorded sounds kept pounding into our ears.
I finally noticed the side-by-side award plaques I guess you’d call them on the wall right to the right of the tapas bar entrance. One said “Michelin 2023” and the other “Michelin 2004.” The plaques as I call them were about a foot or so square, flat, in a kind of red wine colour with words in creamy white. There they were. Were the raters or rater or critic here when there was pounding stupid recorded music? Get some tapas music in here! It’s too late for you today but tomorrow! Tomorrow make it happen! Please! For me! Although I won’t be back!
And that’s my review. And the place was expensive. A hundred and sixty-three bucks for tapas for three? Why of course. Michelin! Our table talked briefly about the original Vancouver tapas bar which was an adjunct of the “Chateau Madrid” restaurant that used to be on Howe Street in olden times. The “Bodega Bar” of fond remembrance and the tapas were always first rate. I’m afraid I can’t say that about this place, but nobody asked me to say anything at all. Does that make any nonsense? Wish I knew. Talk soon. Como. 201 East Seventh Avenue.
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