A tapas bar that took the long way round.
Eladio Kitchen sits where two tables meet: the Andalusian habit of ordering little and often, and the Middle Eastern table where everything lands in the middle at once. We cook the food of that second table — hummus with real patience behind it, bread pulled from the fire, vegetables charred until they give up their sweetness — and we serve it like the first.
No big mains, no ceremony. Sumac, za'atar, tahini and smoke, in portions sized for sharing. Come hungry, order more than seems sensible, and see where the evening goes.