Try hustling through the tiny narrow bar when busy to smiling cheery bar tenders and an incredible choice of both free tapas and menu and it's heaven. Everyone's friendly even with elbows clashing and the bar tender stretching plates overhead to reach the far wall, it really is that tiny. With around 5 tables on the street and the same in the back room, the bar is often the only choice or ask for a table and wait. It's busy for a good reason.
Having a girly tapas crawl around the provincial capital this was definitely our favourite and hubby admitted next day (first time I'd heard it) that he'd been there in 1995 on a boys reccy trip and it was excellent then! He's never taken me there.
The great thing (sometimes) about being female and foreign is some special attention. We certainly had special or extra tapas and couldn't have possibly ordered anything from the menu if we wanted, we'd struggled (in vain) to finish that which we'd been served.
We had seven or eight tapas, I lost count and forgot to photograph them as they seemed to be coming so fast. Our bill was 12.90€ for 3 white wines and 3 beers (two non alcoholic) I was driving.