Some people say you can’t get decent Lebanese wine in this city.
But we say that’s preposterous.
We mean, just look at this...
Welcome to Melibea, a beauty of a creative Mediterranean spot from the team behind Barraca, opening Monday... down the hall from Barraca.
This is where good dates come to become great. A sort of highly filtered Instagram of an old-school Barcelona theater, where an etched-granite bar is the wine-stocked stage. The name comes from a 15th-century Spanish play. That you’ve probably never seen. So you’ll associate it with plates of lamb tagine and oxtail-stew-topped pasta instead.
If Barraca is a boisterous group scene, this is where you’ll single out the group member you like best and win them over with venison moussaka and bottles of Lebanese red. You’ve got a couple of elevated Spanish-tiled platforms to choose from—one just to your right from the entrance, the other straight back. Go for the back.
There’s a nook for the two of you—just pass that sexy, stage-lit bar. The burnt-orange tufted banquette right next to the shelf with the lamp and the old-timey phone. That’s the spot.
But there are more spots on the horizon. A chef’s table, just opposite the bar, and a subterranean after-hours lounge, Duende, which they’re still kicking around ideas for.
In case you have any notions.
But we say that’s preposterous.
We mean, just look at this...
Welcome to Melibea, a beauty of a creative Mediterranean spot from the team behind Barraca, opening Monday... down the hall from Barraca.
This is where good dates come to become great. A sort of highly filtered Instagram of an old-school Barcelona theater, where an etched-granite bar is the wine-stocked stage. The name comes from a 15th-century Spanish play. That you’ve probably never seen. So you’ll associate it with plates of lamb tagine and oxtail-stew-topped pasta instead.
If Barraca is a boisterous group scene, this is where you’ll single out the group member you like best and win them over with venison moussaka and bottles of Lebanese red. You’ve got a couple of elevated Spanish-tiled platforms to choose from—one just to your right from the entrance, the other straight back. Go for the back.
There’s a nook for the two of you—just pass that sexy, stage-lit bar. The burnt-orange tufted banquette right next to the shelf with the lamp and the old-timey phone. That’s the spot.
But there are more spots on the horizon. A chef’s table, just opposite the bar, and a subterranean after-hours lounge, Duende, which they’re still kicking around ideas for.
In case you have any notions.
