Socarrat Paella Bar

What began as a simple request from my dad ended up as a city wide hunt for the quintessential Spanish dish: paella. A few weeks ago, my dad called and said, verbatim, “I want you to find a really good paella spot in the city. I will pay for you to try it out, and if you like it, we’ll go the next time I come in.” With that one beautiful phrase, “I will pay”, I was hooked. For me, the single most exciting thing about living in New York City is the cultural diversity, with special attention paid to food. Even if there aren’t proportionally a lot of, say, Malaysians versus Chinese, you can still find at least a few restaurants that have superlative Malaysian food. Point being, you can find anything in New York. I figured a very well known dish from a western European country would have me fighting over which restaurants to choose so that I could try it- but this was not the case. It turns out, my research (internet & Spanish people) told me, that Manhattan is a veritable paella desert. There are only a couple of good places to get it, and they are owned by the same dude. Enter Socarrat.

Jesus “Lolo” Manso, proprietor of La Nacional Tapas Bar (the other paella/tapas joint worth going to), opened this small restaurant about a year ago. To call it a restaurant is a bit of a misnomer; it’s really a one-horse show with bar-style seating. This, for dishes like paella, is the best way to experience it. This fabulous dish requires heart, authenticity, and informality and the ambiance of Socarrat captures that well. You feel like you’re a guest at a dinner party in a beautiful Spanish home- the lighting is dimmed, there is exposed brick, white wooden cabinets and beautiful paintings on the walls. The restaurant is named for an element of paella, the socarrat, which the restaurant itself describes as, “the delectable, sensuous crust that forms on the bottom of the paella pan when the liquid is rendered and the rice reaches its peak of succulence.” Indeed.

Because the paella takes about 30 minutes to cook, we were urged to order a few tapas to start, and we did so, along with a few glasses of sangria. Their sangria is delicious; too often I have had the misfortune of having sangria that is quite literally red wine with a couple of apple slices thrown in at the last second. This sangria was light, fragrant, and not too fruity with a hint of brandy. Looking back, I realize it was probably the brandy that hooked me, but that’s another problem for another AA meeting. For our tapas, we ordered the chorizo and one of the specials for the day: the suckling pig. The tapas were appropriately sized and incredibly delicious. The chorizo had a good amount of spice and the suckling pig was cooked to perfection in a delicious reduction. I managed to get a picture of the chorizo but only realized I had forgotten to take one of the pig as I was munching on the last bit of the crunchy, caramelized, incredibly delicious porcine treasure that is the skin. Needless to say, the tapas were great.

The paella we ordered was called Paella Socorrat, which I assume to be the house paella. It is a layer of yellow rice with shrimp, fish, beef, chicken, mussels and cockle clams. It arrived on the table still simmering in a well-worn black pan and we were instructed to wait about 3 minutes for it to settle, which was ABSOLUTELY UNBEARABLE. I estimate that after about minute 1 we decided to dig in and it was just sublime. The rice was perfectly moist and all the flavors, especially for being so different, melded delightfully. The freshness of the ingredients stood out and I had a hard time picking out my favorite one, although I think it might have been the cockles. Paella is not small, and there were only two of us, but we managed to completely devour the pan. As we got to the bottom, our waiter helped us scrape up the socarrat, which was the most flavorful, sinful part of the entire meal. My partner, who has had paella at La Nacional and who has a love for Spanish food, remarked that this was, in actuality, the best paella in the city. Still a little hungry, we tried the Spanish cheesecake, which was like a deep-fried cheesecake with a hint of lemon, and it was excellent.

We had a lovely waiter, too, who was gracious, helpful and a pleasure to talk to. I did discover, however, that he didn’t like sangria nor did he eat meat, which I found a little odd considering he worked in a Spanish restaurant. I considered this a conflict of interest, and then realized that it was a genius career move: if I worked there, you would probably have to roll me out on a stretcher, daily. I'm sure I would even turn into a literal pig at some point. Our waiter (Andy? Might have made that up) is free from this burden and thus most likely enjoys a great working experience at Socarrat. Touche.