Instead of hitting Tia Pol, which was really where I wanted to go (it's the tapas bar nearest and dearest to my heart, and yes I've been to Barcelona), I decided to try something new and check out Mercat on Bond Street with three pals. The airy interior was gorge—very easy on the eyes with vaulted ceilings and subway tiles adorning one wall, brick on another. The food (tapas-style brunch) was pretty good, a solid execution of churros and chocolate sauce, potato tortilla, chorizo and so on. But in the end, it was the company that made the trip worthwhile. DY tells me that dinner is where the action is. Not sure if Mercat will get another visit when I again drop into town, but damnit, I will make it out to Tia Pol, come hell or high water.