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Looking for a place to eat at 10:30 PM on a Friday, restaurants were either closed or packed to the gills. As a last resort, we stuck our heads in Estrellon and were told the bar had a late night menu. Wow, what an interesting, eclectic menu it was. Small plates, tapas, pinxtos, whatever you call them, were delicious and so damn interesting. This wasn't my Madison student hangout of lore. Estrellon was grown up, sophisticated, and continental.
The bartender was amazing, recommending wine, dishes, and accommodating our needs. We stayed late enough to interact with the staff, and they were wise to the restaurant world. Our discussions of Michelin starred kitchens around the world let me know, "they knew their stuff." The only discordant note was the music. Estrellon deserves more than the techno crap being played. I expected something like gypsy guitar, flamenco, or an Icelandic ephereal tune.
I can't wait to get back to Madison and try Estrellon's Mother ship.
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