"When your dad and his retired friends disappear every Friday around lunch, they’re probably at La Vasca. The Spanish spot next to Versailles doubles as a tiny market and even smaller restaurant, where tapas are shared in a cramped room flanked by TVs playing soccer and more wine than you could drink in 100 lifetimes. You’ll have to walk past the deli counter full of cheese and round the corner by a shelf of tinned mussels to find a table (and there aren’t very many). So call to make reservations because eight out of the 10 are usually reserved by regulars, families eating tortillas, and groups of older gentlemen sharing a whole cochinillo you have to pre-ordered a day in advance." - virginia otazo, mariana trabanino, ryan pfeffer
CLEVELAND JENNINGS / @EATTHECANVASLLC
