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Published August 25th 2013
It would take approximately fourteen hours on a plane to arrive in my selcted destination of Spain - unless, of course, you just visit Andaluz. Gorge yourself on beautiful tapas and be transported, in a culinary manner, to Espanol, all reachable by a speedy train journey in to Perth city.
I'm slightly dramatic. I like to imagine I'm really in places. If it's dining at a French bistro, I want to be totally indulged in "French-ness". I want baguette, frogs legs and waiters with up turned moustaches. Slightly over exaggerative I admit, but what I want is for a restaurant to know who they are and then really sock it to me.
Andaluz Spanish Tapas Restaurant was exceptional. The atmosphere, the price and most of all, the food. Ordering an embarrassing nine dishes between just the two of us that went, they were all firmly demolished. To start with, your led down a low lit, seductive side street which to me, is completely European. I can only describe this eating hole as 21st century, but with the vital threads of authentic Spanish food still in tact.
If you want a cheap holiday, Andaluz is on your doorstep. Plus a little imagination, but isn't that what food is all about?