Okay, so Paris has its pavement bars and quaint lampposts. But we’ve got hidden bodegas, like the Tano. A door covered in stickers, marble tables, the smell of long-gone cigars still somehow lingering and the girl with the Sunday newspaper under her arm who chats away as she sips on her vermouth and snacks on anchovies, banderillas and cockles. They must be starving in Paris.
|Venue name:||La Vermuteria del Tano||Contact:|
|Opening hours:||Mon-Fri 9am-9pm; Sat-Sun noon-4pm|
|Transport:||Joanic (M: L4)|