"When the temptation to snap a selfie stick takes hold, find refuge in Barrafina. Suddenly you aren’t weaving in a stream of people-traffic on Dean Street, you’re sitting at a counter in Barcelona. The rioja is flowing and a delicate, stuffed courgette flower is being placed in front of you. The West End’s great and all, but the Iberian Peninsula is objectively better. This tapas restaurant is the ideal place to grab a stool and surrender to the restorative powers of razor clams and octopus. " - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak
Barrafina