The Black Cat (and the three Egyptian cats)
Other languages (these better ones) say that coffee liquor has something to do with this mutation, that magic potion in whose pot all Galicians have fallen at some point. Others will say that it was the grandmother's brandy or the town's wine. But what's up? Vigo is to blame for everything , its streets, its slopes, its neighborhoods and bars. There have been many years, a lot of nocturnal trajectory of a metal city that spent some 80 frizzy, frenetic (perhaps too much) and that today may not be what it was. But whatever they say the nights here are made of another paste . We checked it out with dinner, drinks and spending the dance floor!
TASTE PLEASURES
Are you more of a snack or a shared plate at dinner time? Go to the port area (impossible to get lost: dedicate yourself to going down hills and you will arrive) and on Calle A Laxe 5 you will find a charming tavern, The Charra , of good meat and better wine. The name gives him away: the specialty is the raw material from Salamanca . But the native product is not left aside (pay attention to the seasonal stews and don't miss the octopus). Do not forget to marinate everything with a good Terras Gauda (Or Salnés, it must be said more) and finish it off with the chocolatier boom : a warm coulant.
How about something fun? The chicken coop , on Concepción Arenal street. Here the specialty is eggs, chicken and everything that can be made with these elements. Scrambled eggs, with rice, with chorizo and ham, wild eggs... I said, of all kinds (and all delicious).
Pulpiño at the fair of La Charra
What do you want something “da terriña”? It pays to get away from the city a bit to enjoy a real furancho. So we head to the outskirts and recommend ** O Muiño Vello , in Redondela,** an old mill converted into a temple of taste pleasure. After admiring the thousands of rural knickknacks and being amazed by the beauty of the place (oh, those fireflies that work as mini lamps in the garden...) the joy begins : potato omelette (Galician potato with a soft and almost melted texture), sausages from hell, stuffed mushrooms, zorza, Padrón peppers (“uns pican e outros non”), squid, tetilla cheese... And all washed down with a good house wine , quarrelsome but not handsome, a stew coffee (laugh at the bullfighting) and who knows if a good queimada, spell included. Paradise, gentlemen.
EAT, big and with pleasure
OF CUPS Go to the street of the troubadour par excellence, Martin Codax , and reaches the house above (which is precisely that, a house at the top of the slope). Enjoy some cozy concert of the type "there is no stage but we have a carpet" with a gin and tonic and overlooking the dilapidated buildings , of those that give more pleasure than the industrial architectures that we find in another Vigo.
If the chair gets in your way, throw some darts at ** La Juakina ** (which on Sundays becomes a kind of 'sports center' with broadcasts of matches and commentaries included) and a copichuela at Ronda de Don Bosco 7, will cure all ills. It also boasts the opposite option, that of relaxing in the cozy lounge in the back **(but in moderation, which leverages) **.
La Juakina, chewing gum is prohibited
Cinephilia freckles? maybe it sounds like you 13 Tzameti . Don't worry, in the one on Ecuador street nobody plays Russian roulette with a loaded gun. Nice people, a skeleton, the legs of a mannequin, perhaps an early concert, great song after great song on the decks and the projection of movies like Pulp Fiction that helps you enter a loop of those that encourage your soul and spirit for the rest of the night.
The recommendations could be (and are) endless both in the neighborhood of Wines (in Casco Vello) or in the Arenal area . Essential in the old part is to start the route in the Constitution Plaza to descend from broth to broth, from wine to wine, from O Ovo, al Marexada, Type X, A Barrica, Anghara Nights, Ferriñas... until reaching the Berbés area, the smell of the sea and arcades that used to flood the waters of the estuary. Already in the Arenal they change the third, they wear heels and ties: ** Arenal X , Atlanta , One...** And of course, the theme Twenty Century Rock who is almost 15 years old in the Vigo night.
In the equator of the city
ON THE TRACK We opted for Churruca , he does not go over the night firecracker and charming in equal parts. The best thing is to stroll through it all and let yourself go. Let's jump from Douglas tropical cocktails in The Festival of the Mannequins to ** Gato Negro ** (Silvia Superstar's first venue) and her pizpireto ** Mogambo ** for rockabilly sessions, boogies rhythms, toupees, sixties, leopard, glitter and oh, burlesque! Let's give rock and grunge to the night in the Quadrophenia and in To Cova do Trasgo , a little more salt shaker in the Boom Boom Room and the traditional touch in the Churruca 20 or in the Trincheira. choose! That here we propose an infallible triad:
Mythons of the world, ** La Iguana cannot be missing**. With its 22 years of life and epic concerts in its long history (Silvia Superstar said that she saw Green Day there along with some 50 other people...), the place takes the cake when it comes to big names and rock spirit after the explosion of the Movida. In the very Churruca street, the 'rock temple' It is a labyrinth of catwalks and stairs (the most vertiginous and hidden, those of the backstage, but that is another story) from which it will be difficult for you to get out (and you will do it with one of their mythical shirts on, of course).
La Iguana: 'the temple of rock'
And the moment of perdition arrived. The chocolate Factory it is pure vice. This place has a 'what do I know' that will make you float from the entrance to the stage. On the decks, DJ Lizard, and at the bar, all laughter. It is the place to meet new songs and artists and to dance the classics (and not so much) of the underground. In short, when the lights come on to close the premises you will not be able to avoid exhaling a lament. Total Galician drama.
We finished the night very close to where we started it, in Martín Códax. And we changed the troubadour for electronics and pop in the Playmobil Room . two environments, Vademecum Nights and MiniPlay , to never get bored. And with a nostalgic plus : the place is pure history of a Vigo with nights without brakes, the old Ruralex, one of the houses of the Movida eighties with a lot of nightlife and more treachery. If it fits.
The Chocolate Factory: hitch guaranteed