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