Ben N.
Yelp
With a relatively early bus ride down the freeway to Andalucia facing us the next morning--and with our stubborn refusal (up to this point) to abide by a Spanish dining schedule--we were looking for a good early-evening dinner option near our hotel over near the Callao metro stop. Like at 7pm, which we figure is barely the end of lunch time in Madrid. Or maybe a time at which 95-year-old Spaniards look for the Early Bird Specials.
Maricastaña fit the bill, with a menu apparently available all day. At this hour, most everybody else at the restaurant was having either coffee and dessert or pre-dinner drinks. Except for us--and these two madcap young British gals at a neighboring table, who had a hankering for burgers and Coca-Colas (WTF?).
We sat at the bar, where the ladies on duty didn't seem all that enthused about serving dinner at that hour. But they did so without fuss, and the prices were very reasonable given the food's high quality and the urbane feel of Maricastaña: Croquettes with ham and pumpkin squash (?) were a tasty starter, if nothing to get to excited about. But the marinated tuna with strawberry and sprouts, which sounded like a bit of reach, was ingenious and delicious; I only wish there had been more of it. We shared a main, which was hanging skewers of "solomillo ibérico" and veggies; at first, the dim light fooled us into thinking we were getting just pork, but we soon realized we were getting beef as well. Both meats were succulent, wonderfully seasoned, and perfectly cooked.
Maricastaña has a lowlit, casual, comfortable ambience. (Very manageable sound levels at this early hour.) Apparently, not all that long ago Malasaña--especially this section of it--was gritty and counter-cultural, but this restaurant had the pleasant, conventional feel you'd expect in just about any urban and urbane (and white-collar) neighborhood around the First World.