Its wooden tables covered with red and white checkered tablecloths and creaking chairs for many years have been comforting guests from diverse backgrounds, from bohemian artists and intellectuals to college students. The name “El Comunista“ comes from the period of dictatorship, referring to meetings the left wing sympathizers had within its walls. Their dark wood walls recall the gatherings, lectures, smoke, alcohol, and the movement that once took place between them.
It started as a store that sold wine, spirits, and liqueurs in bulk up until the eighties. The restaurant has always been in the hands of the same family and that is why they have managed to keep the old recipes. If you ask for the signature dishes you will find squid in ink with rice, stuffed eggplant, tenderloin beef, meatballs, Flounder, Lentils-without meat but very flavorful, or chicken fricassee. Homemade classics. Their desserts are also homemade: Pan de calatrava, Rice pudding or cheese with quince.
His current clients include civilians who refuse to eat their liver or veal kidneys in sherry elsewhere; famous quirky Spanish celebrities, tourists who find the place by word of mouth, neighbors and all those who decide at some point in their lives to explore the great places that have made Madrid how big it is now.
Average price: 15 to 20 euros. No daily menu.
Hours: 13:00 to 16:00 and from 21:00 to 12:00
Text: Paula Móvil
Photos: Marcos Ortiz.
Translation: Brett Piron