On the day of the show, the venue promoter took us out for a real "authentic Spanish tapas" experience. And boy what an experience it was.
The front door opened to a tiny room with floor to ceiling shelves with old liquor bottles and giant antique advertisement posters. There were a few small round tables with groups of people standing around them and about 10 people at the bar but as far as I could tell there was no room at the Inn for the little 'ol Dragons. The place was so packed we all stood in a single file line in the walkway but the waitress was kind enough to bring us water while we waited for our table in "the back." I didn't understand where "the back" was until I was being directed to crouch down and waddle underneath a small opening under the bar. Secret passageway but of course! I felt like Alice when she ate the cake marked "eat me" that made her a giant (but I didn't cry giant tears that created a flood.) The back of the restaurant looked almost identical to the front except slightly smaller with the main difference being that there was an empty table and it had our name all over it. 
Sure, the table was small. Too small for three people by American standards but when we each stood perpendicular to the table, like spokes on a wheel, we fit just fine. Plus none of us are afraid to fight over food. They brought us out plates of bread, gazpacho, a variety of croquettes and calamari and it turned out we didn't need to fight at all because they just kept bringing more and more until our table had layers of delicious tapas. Spain is officially my favorite place to eat.
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