I like Capote y Toros as soon as I walk in and the friendly waiters pop me on a barstool, hang up my coat, choose a sherry for me, and smile whilst I wait for my friend who is 20 mins late. There are no reservations and the queue is growing but when my friend arrives we are ushered straight to our table. The food, all traditional and authentic Spanish tapas fare, is worth any wait. Absolutely everything was absolutely delicious but particular mention must go to the duck liver (light like a foie gras mousse, melting in the mouth), white beans in flavoursome ox tail sauce and, surprisingly the honey-drizzled goats cheese salad which has beautiful crispy asparagus and nut crumbs. The waiters, again, help us choose a reasonably priced bottle from the long Spanish wine list. It gets increasingly busy buzzy and the manager is doing a great job of moving the hordes between the bar and the tables. Although we are asked (with an edge of justified desperation) if they can have the table back they are so grateful when we say that we're happy to finish our drinks at the bar that when we move the manager has guarded a couple of bar stools for us. That's what I think of as good service. There's a lively (some might say noisy) atmosphere and the slightly cramped locale gives rise to a sometimes over the top camaraderie amongst the clientele: I bump into an old date and a man who is old enough to know better weirdly tries to get me to pull his nose on the way out. At £58 for sherry, plenty of red wine and 2 courses (including the expensive but amazing Iberico ham and a shared cheese plate) I think it was good value given the quality of the food. The walls are covered with pictures of bull fights and there are only 2 vegetarian dishes so not a place to bring animal activists but everyone else should be happy.