Masa

The bill was smaller than my curiosity, which tells you most of what Masa is: a little Poblenou room where wine costs sensibly and behaves unpredictably. If there's a star product it is the just-opened bottle, whichever that happens to be, poured by hands that plainly care and offered with more conviction than explanation. The list is a bit wayward, more personality than polish. Some nights that gamble pays handsomely; mine paid in modest coin, good company but nothing I've thought about since. So it stays an occasional stop rather than a habit. Still, there is an honesty to a spot the neighbourhood keeps quiet about, and patience gets rewarded here often enough. Come curious, let the place lead, and don't watch the clock.