La Vermuteria del Tano
©La Vermuteria del Tano
Time Out says
Posted: Sun Dec 4 2011
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.
La Vermuteria del Tano Bruniquer, 30