A long wait for a table — we did not have a reservation, and for a party of 6, tables are hard to come by during Sunday brunch — proved more than worth it. Our lunch at Boqueria was a big hit.
Cathy, before the wait took its toll on our patience:
Portrait of me, by Sam:
Doing some drawing while we wait.
Not sure what the pinky swear was about but it sure is cute:
Patatas bravas, fried potatoes with aioli:
A lovely cheese and charcuterie board with pan con tomate:
Loaded table:
Revuelto de Gambas (Soft scramble of shrimp, Guindilla peppers, fillone toast, served with mixed greens and Patatas Bravas):
I somehow neglected to photograph Sam’s Albóndigas (Colorado lamb meatballs, tomato sauce, sheep’s milk cheese), but they were very good.
Busy restaurant!
Our gang: Sheri, McKinley, Cathy, Katie and Sam:
And, as we head back to the car, Sam gets her first NYC taxi ride:
The 411 on Boqueria in Manhattan.
