Barcelona Tapas Bar & Restaurant

481 Lordship Lane, London, SE22 8JY Directions

   Now closed Open today 12:00 - 23:00

Business overview

This south-east London outpost of the bubbly Barcelona Tapas chain doles out a hearty dose of Spanish flavour from its location in an old pharmacy. The residential setting attracts a mixed crowd of professionals and families, who bask in the restaurant's vivid colours and welcoming atmosphere. A menu full of Catalan flavours includes dishes such as Andalusian pork and bean stew with chorizo and Galician-style octopus. Outdoor terrace.


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Products & Services

Average three-course meal price: £20

Spanish cuisine

Style: Bistro & Bar

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A little jewel in the Dulwich crown

Was fortunate enough to be working in South London for a week and took the opportunity to visit some friends on the Friday night and they suggested going along to this restaurant as it was the end of the month and there was the chance of some live music, and possibly even Flamenco Dancing. never being one to shy away I leapt at the opportunity and was I glad I did.

Got there about 6.30 and managed to catch the back end of the Happy hour, a welcome bonus!! Then we had a couple of Tapas, some chorizo, gambas, jamon serano, albondigas (beautiful sauce!) and my personal favourites, the russian roulette that are the Padron Peppers!!!

While we were eating the music started and if I had not known better, mainly because of the weather, I would have thought myself transported to the hills of Rioja, possibly helped by a wonderful bottle of Miguel Morino, recommended by our host and what a great choice I must say.... we followed this with a selection of quesos and were transfixed by the Dancing and music...... I really must get back there soon, as its as good as anything I have tasted on my worldwide travels and authentic in both athmosphere and ambiance... Well done Barcelona Tapas, keep up the great work and see you soon, I hope.....
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Barcelona This Is Not

On the last night of the (sadly missed) hot weather this week, I had a sudden craving when I got home from work and stared feebly at the cooker. It came to me as a vague memory of being in a hot land, once, before I moved to England, and eating something lovely outside, watching the sunset. Ah! Tapas, I thought. Little morsels of deliciousness. Easy on the waistline. Fun to share. Easy on the wallet. All washed down with a nice cold cerveza, I thought. Que bueno.

A quick flick through my Time Out Cheap Eats guide found our nearest tapas bar, Barcelona. It said they did a good Sunday buffet, but I figured we wouldn't have much, and we could just check it out for the next time we felt like a Sunday all-you-can-eat tapas buffet. (!) So off we went on the bus.

The first disappointing thing I noticed was that the bar had some great big red umbrellas, which would have been a nice place to sit and watch the sun go down, but that they were awfully close to the main road (the upper end of Lordship Lane is not that attractive). Then we got inside, and although the decor was cute and the tables well-spaced, the place was empty, bar two sullen-looking couples who looked like they wished they'd turned around and gone home.

I kind of wished we had, too. But a strange politeness comes over me in restaurants. I watched as the podgy elderly Spanish gentleman waiter came to greet us. He looked so excited! So happy! He had customers! So we sat, and looked through the vast (seemingly authentic) menu. There was lots of offal on offer. Mmm.

In the end, we lazily decided to order the set tapas menu at £10.99 per person. It included albondigas, chorizo, patatas bravas, chipirones, champignones and bread. We had some olives on the side and a 100ml bottle of Mahou. Nothing was outstanding. The chorizo was oily and tough, the squids also tough and nearly inedible.

We paid £35 for this delightful evening (the restaurant empied very soon after we arrived). I really, really wanted to like it there. I wanted to like the podgy waiter, who smiled sweetly at us as we stumbled over ordering in Spanish. I even tried to imagine his history asked him where he was from, tried to imagine how a man from Galicia ended up in this sorry place in Dulwich. I tried, really I did.

Next time, I'm going to Brindisa.
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