Right next door to the theatre in the square and apparently owned/staffed by Indians, which is odd but good to see.
Mind you, it is WAY too hot in here. The pub is wide and open (not airy), with a single bar pump serving Mahou.
Disappointingly the tapas are pretty standard fayre – would it be too much to suggest Indian food? I could kill a curry (upon my return to Blighty, I kill two in two days). There’s a smell of curry coming from somewhere – it smells lovely, and makes me feel homesick.
There are big queues for the theatre outside. Not sure what’s on – there are giant billboards for two shows outside (I should have photographed them). The queues die down by the time we depart.