Merienda

You're walking down Main Street past the usual suspects when you spot Merienda tucked in among the shops. It's warm inside—the kind of place where you can hear conversations over good music, not shouting over it. The menu reads like someone's been to Spain and come back actually understanding what they ate, not just copying a formula. Expect proper jamón, patatas bravas that don't taste like they've been sitting under a heat lamp, and cocktails made by people who know what they're doing. It's become the sort of spot locals duck into on a Friday night without thinking twice about it.