I blame the benchmark for great Spanish Tapas at My Little Tapas Bar (Ann Siang) for the lacklustre experience here. First the bread (my favourite carb) at tapas club was innocuous with nothing to mask its banality. Neither a limp tomato salsa dip nor a nice bed cooked vegetables topped with an organic fried egg dubbing as a vegetable ratatouille.
Also a suggestion to avoid the salmon and avocado salad here as you could assemble these easily at home; I’d recommend the paella instead.