La Pérgola, more than a sacred bar in the city, is almost a state of mind. Where the ‘alameders’ had a picnic, where the city sheltered under the placid spring sun. Also where, generation after generation, the healthy habit of having a ‘superbombón’ (the house star sandwich) has been preserved along its bar, turned into a metallic orbit.
It is common to see an uninhibited València honor life in this terrace while the brothers Juan, David and Carlos travel at the speed of light from one table to another. At one of those tables, you may be able to see Paco Roca drawing. Maybe chatting to fix urban life.
Maybe just indulging in his napkins, a masterpiece of bar design. Just like the “pergola” (gazebo) itself turned into a kitchenette, almost a satellite next to the main planet.