We drove in from Mississauga (how there was so much traffic I have no idea) on a Sunday night for a little adventure in a part of town that I spent a lot of time in many decades ago. I spotted the almost make shift, maybe it was hand painted, sign first. With a little trepidation we crossed Queen street and gazed inside at a completely empty (no staff even) space. I more than half hoped that the door wouldn't open but it luckily did.
We were quickly greeted by owner Cesar. A whirlwind of good to great tapas dishes followed over the next couple of hours. Even the recommended desert of light pastry and seemingly home made ice cream was heavenly.
I now long for the days gone by when I could have walked to Hola many times a week and rolled home on the streetcar.