First off, and let's get it out of the way, the place is tiny. You squeeze past diners, staff and the minute kitchen to climb narrow spiral stairs to the upper room if you have booked a table, where you sit so close to others you can see and enjoy what they are having. Once the food starts arriving, you nod knowingly as your dishes match theirs.
The croquettas are fantastic, peas and smoky pork in lovely crunchy crumb and truffled mayo to dip; lamb and almond meatballs are soft and tender, with a bit of bite from the nuts; confit rabbit and broad bean paella worth waiting for (though the squid seemed a bit rubbery and superfluous so we left it); summer peach and curd salad lovely and fresh; zucchini fries fine and delicate. The special monkfish dish of the day - not the one on the main menu - was a bit underwhelming and wasn't finished. The croquettas were so good we had to order them a second time.
Staff looked after us very well, calm and charming, food arriving in no particular order as it was ready from downstairs. I admire their ability to manoeuvre through the tables. All very relaxed, and lovely to share the plates. If there is a downside it is a bit cramped, but if it carries on being as busy as we saw it that evening I don't think it will be too long before they're looking for somewhere larger.