Meson Don Felipe

Walk into Meson Don Felipe and you're genuinely in Spain for an hour. The bare brick, the clatter of plates, the way everyone's speaking Spanish or arguing about croquetas—it all feels transported from a Madrid back street rather than Southwark. You'll squeeze onto stools at the bar or tuck into a corner table, and the menu is honest: jamón, pan con tomate, gambas al ajillo, croquetas that actually crisp properly. The wine list tilts hard into sherries and Spanish wines that won't bankrupt you—there's proper expertise here, not just whatever's trendy. It's the kind of place where you eat when you're hungry, not when Instagram tells you to.