After a challenging session at the Anthony Gormley
exhibition at the RA, we retire to the Chequers Tavern for a much-need drink. It’s a remarkably
quiet haven off Piccadilly, though with the good weather there were a lot of
people drinking outside. Here we debate where to go for lunch, as the original
interest in Japanese has waned.
After a bit of Googling we settle on El Pirata, a classic tapas bar, round
the back of the Athenaeum. As we
approach, we can see people sitting outside in the sunshine, but the one spare
table is reserved. It’s 2pm and inside is packed. You’d have to say it was a
“narrow demographic” - even compared with the RA. We are ushered to the sit at
the bar (“counter”) which doesn’t really appeal, but it’s the only option.
Others, having booked, or regulars known to the management do get tables.
We order some wine – Paso a Paso, Sauvignon/Verdejo (at £25
near the cheapest on the list) – and consider the menu. There’s a wide range of
options, including a special offer 2-dish lunch at £11.50, specials at around
£15, paellas, and a tapas selection at £25. Or you could just choose a few
dishes, which is what we did.
The bread and aioli arrives first. Lovely soft bread, that
was so tempting to keep dipping into the punchy garlic dip. Next comes the pan-fried
medallions of steak in a tasty sauce. Very
tender, though the sauce wasn’t as garlic or peppery as might have been
expected. With that is the chick peas with slow cooked aubergine, courgettes
& peppers – a little odd, sharp and sweet at the same time.
Then, both sizzling hot, come the gambas pil-pil and the
chicken livers. Both excellent. We had
wondered whether these few dishes would be enough, but we are quite satisfied
with them. Plenty of sauces to dip your bread into.
The place is very buzzy and full, and doesn’t even start to
empty out until well after 3pm. The décor is Picasso and Miro prints, with the
classic display of spirits behind the bar. Our neighbour at the bar has ordered dishes
from the set menu, but his companion has failed to arrive, despite lots of
calls. B decides that she must be very glamorous, as she is quite happy to keep
her man waiting. He eats most of the food, but does manage to leave some for
her. Eventually, a well-dressed slim Indian lady arrives – with suitcase –
picks at the cold sardines and chicken croquettes, before pushing off in a taxi
after no more than 30 minutes.
We order another bottle of wine while we survey the comings
and goings. Many of the dishes we’ve
seen served look very good – the paella, Iberico ham, sardines, tomato bread;
and there were plenty of other things on the menu we would have happily
ordered.
The final reckoning was a pretty reasonable £86 including
service, given that £50 was wine.
Service at the bar had been prompt fairly friendly without being
over-attentive. It’s not in the most
convenient of locations but in Michelin terms “worth a detour”. We’ll no doubt
revisit, but make sure to reserve a table next time.
