You need to book two months in advance to even get a table at Tickets. Can it possibly be worth the trouble?
Tickets consistently ranks highly in the World’s Best Restaurant list among a number of serious fine-dining establishments, but it isn’t stuffy like too many of those. The entrance is like arriving at a theatre, the wait staff are in ringmaster uniform, and the food (mostly sharing plates) is unlike anything you’re going to get elsewhere.
While our first visit knocked our socks off, the second one felt much less impressive. Perhaps the surprise and delight of the first visit had mitigated the surprise element (though none of the dishes were the same on our second visit), or perhaps there was just less imagination from the kitchen the second time around. I can’t say.
That’s not to say don’t go: a meal at Tickets really is an event. And it is so pleasant to enjoy a Michelin star restaurant that isn’t stuffy. Can anything ruin a meal more effectively than a bunch of silent foodies reverently appraising every morsel? Tickets is not that place.
Maybe we need another visit next year, just to be sure…
Av. del Paraŀlel, 164