Cala Azul — a table above the tide

The shape of a day

Noon to midnight,
tide permitting

12:00

Salt water, stone lip, gin with too much ice. The kitchen sends cold things on small plates.

17:00

The Spanish hour. Olives, anchovies, crisps, and the slow argument about whose round it is.

20:00

Whatever the boats brought, over the coals, under the vine canopy, while the sky does its thing.

00:00

Herbal liqueurs nobody planned to order, the grill cooling, someone's cousin with a guitar.

De la barca — from the boat

And the rest of the boat —

Gamba roja a la sal
34

Red prawns in a salt crust, cracked at the table. Suck the heads; we won't tell.
Lubina a la brasa
41

Whole sea bass over vine embers, lemon from the tree by the kitchen door.
Arroz del señorito
28/pp

Lazy man's rice — everything peeled, nothing to fight with. Twenty minutes, worth thirty.
Pulpo con papas
26

Octopus, confit potato, smoked paprika oil. The dish the regulars won't let us retire.
Tarta de la abuela
12

Biscuit, chocolate, and the abuela in question checks the fridge every morning.

The cove itself

26°water, this afternoon

7boats at anchor

0bars between you & the horizon

50+SPF we actually recommend

The cala faces west — stay for the sunset or regret it from the car park.