The menu is large and daunting. With more than fifty selections to choose from, I was thankful to discover some method to the madness, at least visually, in the seven segments the dishes are divided into. Yes, I could have taken more time to study what each of these sections offered (they were listed in Spanish), but staring at a menu scattered with offerings like “uni, pig ear, monkfish, fritters, paella…” I didn’t care. I played a game of “tapas roulette” with something from each category, and indeed, there were some standouts.
As I hinted above, not all plates at Toro are small, as four different paellas are up for grabs. During my second visit, with just my husband, we opted for the paella langostino, or lobster paella, served with summer truffles, morel mushrooms, and fava beans. I am not usually quick to order paella, because I’ve had so many bad ones – bland ones, cold ones, vegetarian ones (ew). But after dining there before, I was ready to take the plunge, or the scoop. Served in a sizzling cast iron skillet, with hunks of lobster and spice-packed, crispy rice clinging to the bottom in all the right ways, it was a hearty delight.
Venturing into the world of pork, I found the croquettas filled with ham and pig’s head to be crisp and bountiful on the inside. The pork pate with red curry and kumquat mustard was also tasty. Many other bites deserve credit, but on both of my dining occasions, they were disappearing too fast from the plates for proper reflection. So I implore you to be satisfied with this glossed-over endorsement, and trust me when I state that there’s just lots of good stuff going on here. Review the menu in advance, and go prepared for a big meal on small bites.