There's one really bad thing about this bar, which Brandon, Sean and I came to after the Two Bells, but I won't mention it until the very end.
We entered this tapas bar located on the ground floor of what is pretty much a retirement community, not expecting much. Other than this quest, I've never heard of the place, and the bartender at Two Bells said that a lot of old folks used to hang out there, drinking scotch and water.
However, it was a bit different than that. It was Tuesday, and Tuesday at Fernando's is Tango night. So there they were, eight or ten couples tangoing on a little dance floor, to lovely music that sounded as if it were coming right from old, scratchy records played on a Victrola or something. There was dim lighting, and drinking, and some people just sitting and watching (like us) and it was really like some sort of Wonderland experience. We fell down a rabbit hole, and here they were, dancing the night away.
Enchanted by the whole thing, we lingered at the Hideaway for quite a while, sipping our drinks and watching the dancers. Some of them weren't very good, it's true, but all of them at least had an idea what they were doing, and it was lovely to watch.
The drinks were okay, though not terribly strong. They weren't all that cheap, either. The tapas menu looks pretty good.
We loved the place. It was so suddenly unexpected and winning that there was no way not to love it.
Sean picked up the sponsorship, and we went home.
I said I'd leave it for last, so here it is, if you still want to know.
My drink smelled like wet dog. I've no idea how that's possible, since it was a normal tasting vodka cran, but there it is. I mean, totally like wet dog. This wasn't just a hint. It was like there was a schnauzer swimming around in there with the ice. Nobody else's drink had a smell.
Even with that, the place is a winner, though. But seriously, wet dog? What's the deal?
The fact that YOUR drink smelled like wet dog tickles me to no end. I don't know why. It just does.
Love ya bro,
Tara