Grub just doesn’t come any plainer than this little heap of fried potatoes dressed up in a spicy tomato sauce. It’s unbeatable price-wise too. And you’ll never find anything raunchier. It’s as common as could be. And surely the only appeal it has left is its low-dive aura and its seditious allure. It must be that shabby reputation that provoked Sergi Arola into making a top-notch dish out of what is usually the most unappetising of appetisers, as much maligned or more so than the hamburger.
A dish for posterity, this creation from atemporal realms. An arrogant dish that challe...
