With its too-cool-for-school vibe, its rude barman, and all those foreigners, there's a lot you can hate about A Fuego Negro.  But there are things that keep you coming back, too. One of these are the black rabas. They're not fried calamari in a black ink tempura, which is what I expected to get. Please. They are more along the lines of the creamiest croquetas in the world. They are delicious and shocking. Surprising.

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