Bar Juventud, Los Gallardos
In my youth, Bar Juventud was the “other bar”. As people who lived on the “Crespo” side of the street, going into Juventud was akin to a Madrid supporter sneaking into a Barça pub. Only to be attempted wearing a large hat when noone was around. Which was a pity as it always had better tapas. Then we grew up and rarely visited Los Gallardos, as we lived out in the sticks and once we Continue reading Bar Juventud, Los Gallardos