Triana’s main drag, leading to the bridge over the river, isn’t an area we’ve fully explored, we’ll always take side streets in preference; but we’re in a general mooching around mood on a Wednesday afternoon. Most places, inevitably, are packed. Taberna Miama looked the best of the bar bunch – all tiles and lager barrels on show – and crucially not wedged. Quite empty actually.
There’s a small crocodile suspended from the ceiling (reminiscent of Brno town hall). There’s other quirky touches in this sprawling hostelry; lots of wooden barrels, interesting pictures, vintage bullfighting memorabilia and general ramshack. It’s the kind of place, I suggest, that we might have latched onto and decided we liked: a half decent place… so, asks Steph, why’s it empty? She has a point.
There’s no-one in apart from us, but it’s extremely noisy – with the air con and/or fridge buzzing loudly. And, Steph adds, it’s smelly. Still, given all that, I quite liked the place. We didn’t stay for a second.
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