Just off the ‘Oxford Street’ of Malaga (Calle Larios) is the small Plaza las Flores. Here we found at least three restaurants all with outdoor seating, and for a mid-morning drink chose one of the quietest, Vuala. Roy had a couple of beers, and after a refreshing bottle of agua con gas, I had a glass of wine. Service was good, and having paid a reasonable €13.50 we thought it was a likely option for dinner later in the week.
We found it closed on Sunday and tried the following day, where on arrival at 7.30pm, we sat down, and whilst waiting to be seated, realised the cheapest wine was €21. Whilst this wasn’t bad for London, it was virtually twice the price of one of the bars that we’d taken to frequenting and so we left.
However, a few days later, we returned to bite the bullet. Some of the outdoor tables were laid with red and white gingham cloths, which coincidentally blended in beautifully with Roy’s shirt.
I chose a pepperoni pizza and Roy, who wasn’t very hungry, opted for a gourmet burger from the small plates section. The pizza wasn’t the regular thin type of Italian pizza, with more of a thick dough base, but there was plenty of topping and it was very tasty. The only downside was an irritating guy who sat up at a high table near us, who proceeded to take advantage of the free Wi-Fi to Facetime someone whilst making an espresso last for 45 mintues.
