We wouldn’t call Tarsan i Jane a restaurant, because neither do they, and while we might usually make fun of them for that fact, it’s so good that we can’t. You have to make a reservation and pay in advance for your “experience” (either the $140 dinner tasting or the $60 Sunday brunch), like you’re ordering concert tickets or impulse-buying unicorn socks on Amazon. You can even add a bouquet of flowers to your cart before checking out.
Once you make it in the door (through their private garden with banzais and buddhas - also a place you can reserve a table for more money), you’ll be introduced to their entire staff and seated in a space that transports you to a spa resort in some Southwestern small-town. The walls are dark, it’s obvious that they cleaned Anthropologie out of their geometric hanging planters, and the whole place smells like firewood (because there’s an open stove next to you that the owner uses to cook your rice). As for the food? We suggest the f*cking incredible five-course paella brunch, which rotates every Sunday. Consider yourself lucky if you get the “paella of the mountains” with slow-cooked duck, mushrooms, fava beans, and Catalan sorcery. As you might have assumed, this “experience” isn’t cheap, but if you can find a reason to celebrate, it’s worth the cost. You will want to live here.