Llerena

Authentic Tapas, Vibrant Atmosphere, Delightful Service

Last week, while gallivanting in the culinary haven of Islington, I found myself drawn to Llerena, a little unassuming entrance that conceals a world steeped in the taste and charm of Spain. Strolling in, the first promise of joy was met with the warm embrace of - no, not the staff, not immediately - but rather the soundscape; pleasant flamenco notes, not over-zealous jazz, wafting through, giving life to an ambiance deftly highlighted by fairy-light warmth and vivid wall tapestries. This snug abode of eight tables and buoyant bar stools could—as it wisely does on occasion—warrant invitees clamouring for a seat at its lively comforts.

Let’s address the jamón in the room: if Spanish food were a seductive dance, Llerena would be Flamenco's rhythm pounding through each meticulously crafted dish. Here, it's not about pirouetting past what you expect of tapas; it's nailing every step—asparagus tangled decorously with truffle croquetas, delectably tender Ibérico pluma kissed by grill marks boasting porcine excellence. Fernando, a waiter eclipsed only perhaps by his own infectious enthusiasm, balanced attentiveness with camaraderie seamlessly. All these dazzlers, harmonized by a light yet lush mouthful of tempranillo; we are in old-earth heaven. In true praise of simplicity, you say “pan con tomate” enough times, add a splash of quaint décor, and alas—you’re itching to redefine your weekend ritual around this orchestration of Spanish fervor. Jay Rayner word to the wise—bring friends, relinquish phones, and prepare to duel over the last croqueta. — Penelope Savory