2012: huge year for South Miami.
Le Macaron. 100 Montaditos. The gargantuan Shake Shack.
2013: more of the same for South Miami.
And it all starts with a sexy tapas bar from some of the best pub-makers in town.
That’d be Barceloneta Sunset, Pubbelly’s new Spanish small-plate spot, now open in SoMi.
Think of their latest location as your Barcelona away from Barcelona—a rustic taverna with brick walls, dark wood tables, rustic lanterns and blackboards listing the day’s specials. (Hopefully, you haven’t made any resolutions restricting chorizo.)
So tonight, swing in and grab a seat at the bar. Start with some charcuterie and one of their herbal-infused gin cocktails, like the Hendricks (cucumber, mint, guindilla peppers). Once you’re properly in the Iberian state of mind (not a Weird Al song parody, but should be), let the rest of the evening slowly unfold over rabbit-and-langoustine paella.
Unless you’re here on a date of the utmost importance. Then, ignore that whole bit we said about sitting at the bar and head to the discreet cava room in the back. It’s a private-ish, five-table enclave lined with crates of vino and, yes, bottles of sparkling Spanish cava.
You love decor you can drink.
Le Macaron. 100 Montaditos. The gargantuan Shake Shack.
2013: more of the same for South Miami.
And it all starts with a sexy tapas bar from some of the best pub-makers in town.
That’d be Barceloneta Sunset, Pubbelly’s new Spanish small-plate spot, now open in SoMi.
Think of their latest location as your Barcelona away from Barcelona—a rustic taverna with brick walls, dark wood tables, rustic lanterns and blackboards listing the day’s specials. (Hopefully, you haven’t made any resolutions restricting chorizo.)
So tonight, swing in and grab a seat at the bar. Start with some charcuterie and one of their herbal-infused gin cocktails, like the Hendricks (cucumber, mint, guindilla peppers). Once you’re properly in the Iberian state of mind (not a Weird Al song parody, but should be), let the rest of the evening slowly unfold over rabbit-and-langoustine paella.
Unless you’re here on a date of the utmost importance. Then, ignore that whole bit we said about sitting at the bar and head to the discreet cava room in the back. It’s a private-ish, five-table enclave lined with crates of vino and, yes, bottles of sparkling Spanish cava.
You love decor you can drink.
