The Spanish bar

<p>It&rsquo;s the moment when Spain feels right.</p> <p>Midday at the bar: when those who prefer a light or late breakfast and the early risers who fancy a tipple before lunch converge. Some sit outside on the&nbsp;<em>terraza</em>&nbsp;with the sun high overhead. Some sit at the counter reading Marca, El Pa&iacute;s, or El Mundo.</p> <p>Choose whatever you fancy: freshly-squeezed orange juice; toasted bread slathered with olive oil and tomato pulp; churros and hot chocolate; coffee in a glass (so European!) with varying degrees of milk temperatures; a cold beer or coca cola; a glass of wine or vermouth. It&rsquo;s all fair game &ndash; no judgements here. The Spanish bar is of the people and for the people, each one a miniature town square, an extension of the small flats that so many call home.</p> <p><a href="https://brendyboyle.medium.com/the-spanish-bar-ea98a402bea"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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