The smoke of the paprika is mixed with the aroma of the freshly sautéed mushroom in a small place on Libertad Street, in the middle of the Túbo zaragozano. At the bottom, a worn wooden bar supports dishes of twigs and croquettes while the bustle of the afternoon sneaks through the open door. No need to ask where to eat well: it is enough to let oneself be carried away by the smell, by the rumor of the conversations and by that certainty that, in…
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The smoke of the paprika is mixed with the aroma of the freshly sautéed mushroom in a small place on Libertad Street, in the middle of the Túbo zaragozano. At the bottom, a worn wooden bar supports dishes of twigs and croquettes while the bustle of the afternoon sneaks through the open door. No need to ask where to eat well: it is enough to let oneself be carried away by the smell, by the rumor of the conversations and by that certainty that, in…