Casino Obrero

A wonderful place to enjoy a gluten-free meal in this beautiful town. The potatoes are prepared in a separate pan with Gamoneu cheese sauce, the artichokes and salad are delicious, and the meats are excellent. The gluten-free beer is cold. A haven in a beautiful square. Exceptional service.

Don't be fooled by the overall ratings, because the good ones must have been written by their cousins. We don't know what the food tastes like because we had to leave early, but you'll probably get diarrhea or indigestion because the bar owner's bad temper is so intense it's sure to affect the molecules and reach the food. A group of 8 of us arrived. The terrace was empty; there was only one table occupied by 2. Inside, it was empty too. The owner came out grumpily, saying we could order inside (but we already knew because it was on a sign, and we were just getting organized and thinking about what to order). We went in. He explained to me in a passive-aggressive tone that "we have a thing; we like to do things very well," and that they don't serve tapas on the terrace because if he has to walk I don't know how many meters, it would be bad, and the heating would go out when he opened the door. But tapas, yes, you can eat tapas outside. I asked him if it was possible to order just one portion outside since there were two people who are celiac and don't eat meat. This way, I wouldn't risk it and just order some potatoes. All this politely, "Hey, look, wouldn't you mind if I only had one portion because of this problem and such?" And that in my opinion, tapas are also food and we should keep opening the door the same way. Meanwhile, he was serving the wines. He answered me in a raised and spiteful tone, asking what does gluten have to do with the terrace, and then I said, "Okay, look, it doesn't matter, we're not eating anything." And without further ado, he stuck all his fingers in the three wines he had just served and shouted, "That's it!" GET OUT!! And he kicked us out. In the meantime, we walked away indignantly, and I told him he was going to get a nice review, and he threatened me that he was going to come and "break my legs." To put it into context, I was a skinny 35-year-old girl. This is more of a complaint than a review. The only thing this disreputable guy deserves is ruin. You can already see that what I'm writing is true because there are dozens of reviews recounting similar experiences. By the way, I'm now addressing the owner of this horrible place... save your comment because I've already read the nonsense you're responding to others, and after the third response, I stopped reading because it's already so predictable.