Sigarra

Sweet Jesus!!, the angels rained down upon my tastebuds in this restaurant.
I’m a fan of sushi trains. in fact I’m a fan of any food that comes on a mini train. Have you ever eaten at a pizza train restaurant?, neither have I but wouldn’t it be amaze balls! (copyright me 2018… the future).
If you haven’t worked it out by now Sigarra is a Tapas train restaurant. To call this place a restaraunt feels a little unfair, how about we say. hhmm. amazingly delectable mastication space (much better). The food in this ADMS (copyright me 2018) is the reason human salivation was created. Its Tapas is on another level, the reason Socrates gave up philosophy for a carer in a dive bar burger shop (ok I made that one up). But trust me when I say its good… real good!!. From the Moussaka to the mini roquefort burgers. oh and the pastry fillet with the delectable almond sauce… goodness, such delicious goodness!
The owner of this restaurant (whose name I so rudely failed to get) is my new hero. Without a lick of English he managed to decypher my culinary requests, constantly delivering request after request with Usain bolt speed (couldn’t think of a fast Spanish person, they prefer beach volley ball to the 100 metres).
Oh did I mention the guacamole
Oh did I mention the awesome artisan beers
Oh did I… Just go, now you fool… just go!
Thank me later