Evening at Clandestí Taller Gastronòmic

As dusk falls, enter this hidden workshop of flavour. It’s not a restaurant, it's a performance. You’re seated close — watching, tasting, marveling. Every course a story, every bite a gesture. The lights are low, the mood electric.

A seat at the counter. No menu, just trust. Fire flickers, sardines crackle, wine flows. Pau and Ariadna serve memories, not dishes — each bite a rebel hymn to Mallorca. You eat alone, but never feel lonely.

This is a love letter written with food.