The Spanish bar
<p>It’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 <em>terraza</em> with the sun high overhead. Some sit at the counter reading Marca, El País, 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’s all fair game – 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>
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