Tolerance level for date spots named after kissing: Well, you’ll allow it. Presuming there’s wine.
Action item #1: Bisou, that intimate French spot you know.
Action item #2: Beso, the new Spanish joint from the Bisou guys around the corner, officially opening Thursday. (And hey, unofficially, the doors’ll open tonight, but you didn’t hear that from us.)
If more Spanish food got made with produce from a Napa farm and served in a former garage, you’d have something a lot like this place. Somehow it’s vast but also intimate but also Euro but also... not trying too hard.
Come with Spaniards. Come with dates. Come with Spaniard dates. Move past the jamón counter, the banquettes, the brick and the filament bulbs. Head toward a high-backed banquette in the back, near the massive wine closet. Proximity to the wine just feels right here.
Then comes the sangria and the bottles of tempranillo. Then comes the jamón serrano and the manchego. Then comes the beef tartare and the patatas bravas two ways. You’ll see plenty of little plates already stacked on your table, so everybody will just be passing ’em around in a flurry of jamón-centric activity.
It’s important to stay jamón-active.