“ It's a bit too hip for a tapas joint in Spain, but hey, we are in PDX, and the ambiance is quite enjoyable, with a bar area, seating area, and an outdoor, heated, tented-space. Something for everyone. Four of us worked our way through a good part of the menu. Boquerones, Spanish cheese board, pan con tomate, patatas bravas, ensalada de espinacas, calabaza guisada, atun crudo, roasted romanesco cauliflower, and the wagyu steak a la plancha for the carnivore of the group. Presentation of the food was mixed, as was portion size, but generally appropriate for the dish. Bread with tomato--well, it's a slab of thick cut, large grilled bread slathered with a bright, acidic tomato conserve. I wonder if summer tomatoes would smooth out that excess bite, but the dish worked well. I mean bread and tomatoes is a peasant dish, and the portion size matched that. The cheese board was quite the opposite, aiming for visual minimalism that matched the 2 ounces of cheese, a small mounding of macerated raisins, and a scant grouping of thinly shaved fennel that was so marvelously seasoned that I really wish the kitchen hadn't been so stingy. The cheese selection was ok, not exceptional, which made it feel that the $16 price tag for this was exorbitant. Switching aesthetic approach again, the spinach salad used a variety of thick-leafed over-sized spinach, and kept the leaves whole, which required some dexterity on the diner's part. I prefer the texture of spinach like this over the more easily managed baby spinach or even bunched spinach you find in the market. The pears and pumpkin seeds added excellent texture and variety, and while the salad was perfectly dressed (ie, not over-dressed), the quince vinaigrette seemed more like a conceit--being overly-interested in including the name quince in the description than adding any particular identity of its own. Despite that one quibble, the dish was a success. Moving on to the boquerones, we return to a very small portion size, unless you include the generous offering of crackers. But that's as it should be as anchovies are about intensity not quantity. These were a good example of white anchovies, having that fresh, bright, saline flavor which distinguishes them from the muddled, all-bass notes of your average canned variety. A win. The butternut squash was one of the great successes of the kitchen on the night we dined in. Squash, when handled well, has an intense, meaty depth to it, and this was on point. Add to that the judicious layering of flavors, from the harissa, which didn't punish with heat, but added a tickle of interest, and the slightly sour richness of the fromage blanc produced a fully-conceived winner. Regarding portion size and presentation, this hit a mid-spot between rustic food and urban sophistication, coming out in a glazed earthenware cocotte which was as autumnal as the squash. And then the patatas bravas. If there is one stereotypical tapas, this is it, and as a consequence, there is tremendous variety in how kitchens approach the classic. BCV decided to hew a country-path with a nod to American sensibilities, by which I mean that the potatoes were coated in far more 'salsa brava' than many places in Spain. The potatoes themselves were served in oversized chunks that added to their bucolic identity as did their abundance. Some of the potatoes had a crisp exterior that crackled beneath their creamy interior, while others may have softened or never crisped up in the first place. In the dim light, it was hard to ascertain, but it felt like the potatoes had not been peeled. Again, the peasant approach, which stood out as I can't think of a time when patatas bravas were not peeled. These also were slathered with what the menu calls an aioli, but which was less assertive on the garlic flavor than many, which I noted as a benefit. With the atun crudo, we are once again presented with minimalist plate decor to accompany the small portion size. The raw 'tuna' had a slight "bite" to it. I should first note that here the menu seems to be confused, because yellowtail is a jack, not a tuna. Having eaten and fished a great deal of yellow tail, I am still confused by the texture of this yellow tail. It makes me think that it may have undergone a very short pickling or curing--it didn't taste it but the texture was confusing. The parsley oil was lovely, purveying all the complexity that good parsley possesses. The large lipped plate was dotted with the harissa in the contemporary style, like small red molehills of mild flavor. I still haven't decided how successful this dish was, which may itself be the answer. While I didn't have the steak, I was told it was extremely tender, which credit must be split both by the cut of meat--flat iron is second only to tenderloin for a yielding texture. However, the pumpkin puree didn't meet with my pal's approval. Service was solid, providing descriptions of dishes and keeping us appraised of kitchen timing. Bravo! ”