Morito is brightly decorated and has a buzzy atmosphere but is essentially a tiny space. Nothing more than a few tables squeezed in along a main bar. I love this sort of set up; you sit cheek by jowel and jostle for space overlooking the open kitchen slash bar.
The wine list and cocktail menu seem perfect for afternoon boozing. The bicicleta is a favourite of mine and is well worth a punt. Lovely lovely campari mixed with nothing more than white wine.
Any way the food is a mix of tapas and mezze; it's spanish but with clear middle eastern influence. I love the cheeky little Jamon and chicken croquettas. Deeply savoury, rich, and creamy once you crack that crisp shell.
Next up was a huge plate of puntillitas, baby squid, dusted with sumac. What's not to like about crispy fried squid babies? I loved the merguez sausage with harrisa and yoghurt. It just begged to be rolled up in the buttery flat bread and eaten like a little kebap.
The lamb chops with cumin and paprika were freaking delicious. The creamy fat and juicy pink meat charred and sultry fresh from the grill. Just gorgeous. As a nod to something healthy we had a plate of cavelo nero, savoy cabbage, and kale dressed with lemon, garlic, and paprika as well. Lush.
In short just go.