Whilst The Salt Yard is a restaurant and therefore, not exactly an unexpected place to enjoy a meal, I found it quite by accident looking for a pub. An hour or so early to meet friends, I’d been looking forward to a leisurely mooch but the pouring rain drove me inside. The outside of the Opera Tavern is black, tiled, with etched windows, just like any other old British pub, so I felt like Mr Ben when I stepped inside to find myself in a classically Spanish tapas bar. So surprised that I doubted my sanity (not for the first time), and stepped back onto the street to look again at the pub….Yes, it looked exactly like an old fashioned boozer….so I pushed the door open and stepped back in…and like Dr Who with the Tardis, found myself back in a corner of Spain….with a very lovely waiter asking if I was ok…so I threw caution to the wind and asked for a table up at the long bar, each place set with an enormous wine glass and gleaming white plates.
I am 5’1”, (in heels and with big hair…) and those are some high stools so I was definitely ready for a glass of wine once I had hauled myself onto the seat, (with apologies to the waiter who I may have injured irreparably-sorry)…having texted the rest of the tribe to meet me there, I set about falling in love with the menu. The crispy Iberico pigs’ ears were like pieces of salty, crunchy lace. The olives were grass green spheres of juice and sunshine. I had been geared up for a cheese sandwich and a glass of pub wine, so I was really really pleased to be served a whopper of a Barbera del Monfratto, a rich warming red in the Alice in Wonderland-like glass. I soaked it up with some chargrilled bread and alioli and waited patiently for my chorizo with marjoram. Yum!
As one by one the others arrived, we added to the number of plates on the bar. Oh Lord we worked our way through that menu, and more wine. And it wasn’t just me, each one of them thought they were about to walk into a traditional pub and were instead transported to Spain (and a bit of Italy) by walking through that door…
We went to the theatre, all very nice yada yada… and then sped back to the Salt Yard to resume gnawing on those pigs’ ears and guzzling the wine…it was fabtastic! It is on Catherine Street, a spit away from The Aldwych…or Seville, who knows…
Oh and on the way out, I spotted the trotters masquerading as door handles. The secret sign I had missed…