Garcia’s

Sitting at the easternmost corner of Victoria Street is a newish little restaurant run, owned or inspired by a man or woman called Garcia [delete as applicable].
With its bright white and lime décor the place feels vibrant and airy, even when it’s empty of customers and the sky is throwing rain at people outside. The barman was clearly new, in a good way. Cheery and helpful he resembled somebody who could never be worn down by life. He even gave me a handshake as I departed, for reasons I’m not quite sure of.