Olé restaurant review (bottomless brunch)
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, booze hags and booze hoes, hold onto you sombreros and prepare yourselves for a culinary adventure that will take your taste buds on a flamenco-inspired joyride. I present to you Olé, where the bottomless brunch option, Más Tapas y Sangria, promises a delightful dance on the palate while tipples will smack in the cheek. So grab your appetite, put on your dancing shoes, and strap in.
As I stepped into Olé, I was immediately transported to the vibrant streets of Spain (well…the vibrant streets of Little Stanley Street, Southbank to those uninitiated in the delights of the worldly). The ambiance was a perfect blend of rustic charm and lively energy, setting the stage for an unforgettable brunch. The name, Más Tapas y Sangria, hinted at the feast that awaited me, and my stomach growled in anticipation.
Drank y’all
Let’s dive into the libations first because no brunch is complete without a little liquid courage. Olé did not disappoint in this department. The moment I laid eyes on the menu, my heart skipped a beat. Enjoy Frozen Tromba Margaritas? Sign me up! These frosty elixirs were like a refreshing kiss from a mischievous Spanish summer. While sweeter than I would normally expect from my Margy’s, with each sip, I could almost hear the faint sounds of flamenco guitars strumming in the distance….or was that just the tequila dancing behind my eyeballs? Either way, Olé had somehow managed to capture what I think of the essence of Spain in a single glass, and I was in awe
And then there were the Sangria Jugs. Oh, let me tell you, picture 4 different pitchers of fruity delight that are quintessentially the stuff dreams are made of. Red Sangria, White Sangria, Watermelon and Strawbery and Mango and Orange, the options meant that all tastebuds are bound to be catered to. As I took my first sip, I could practically feel the warm Spanish sun on my face and taste the sweet whispers of summer (yeah, ok, the wine might have kicked in very very quickly).
Now, let’s talk tapas, because that’s where the real magic happened. The five-course menu boasted an array of tantalizing small plates that promised to whisk me away to the streets of Barcelona and Seville.
First up was Pan con Tomate, a humble dish that packed a flavorful punch. This simple combination of crusty bread, ripe tomatoes, garlic, and olive oil had me questioning everything I thought I knew about breakfast. Each bite was a symphony of textures and flavors, a delightful dance on my palate that left me yearning for more. Scrubbing a garlic clove across my toast before crumbling blackened salt across the surface was both delicious and satisfyingly tactile.
Next, Marinated Olives made their entrance, and while they looked like little Mediterranean jewels, glistening with tanginess, I left those briny little morsels of goodness to transport others straight to a sun-soaked terrace overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. While not my cup of tea, I’m sure at one stage I saw someone close their eyes as they savored each olive, pretending they were reclining in a hammock, soaking up the Spanish sun.
Then came the Patatas Bravas, a tapas classic that had me weak at the knees. Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, these golden nuggets of potato perfection were elevated to new heights with a smoky, spicy bravas sauce. With each bite, I could feel the fiery passion of Spain coursing through my veins, setting my taste buds ablaze with delight.
But the surprises didn’t end there. Olé had more tricks up its sleeve. Cauliflor Frita, a dish featuring crispy fried cauliflower, arrived like a glorious revelation. Who knew that this humble vegetable could be so addictive? The crispy exterior gave way to tender florets, perfectly seasoned and begging to be devoured. It was like a tapas version of a fireworks display, exploding with flavor and leaving me in awe.
And finally, the pièce de résistance—Croquetas del Dia. Jokingly, we referred to the fact that they were probably made from the leftovers from yesterday, but after chucking one of these pieces of deliciousness into my gob, I cared not. These little nuggets of joy were a symphony of creamy, melt-in-your-mouth pulled pork wrapped in a golden, crispy coating. Each bite was like a mini party in my mouth, a celebration of all things delicious. I couldn’t help but marvel at the culinary wizardry that went into creating these delectable delights.
So, my dear brunch aficionados, if you’re seeking an adventure that will make your taste buds sing and your funny bone dance, look no further than Olé’s Más Tapas y Sangria. Prepare to be whisked away to the streets of Spain, where every bite is a celebration and every sip is a toast to life. Trust me, this bottomless brunch experience will leave you with a heart full of laughter, a belly full of joy, and a craving for more. Olé!
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