by Faye Davies
If the name inspires visions of cashmere-clad beauties sipping White Russians, think again. The only kind of glamour Pub Prada exudes is that of a washed-up pimp, whose prime coincided with the death of Franco.
Still, the place has a certain charm. The leatherette seats and the framed watercolours make for an atmosphere that’s half-American diner, half-Granny’s sitting-room. The music – a jangling stream of Iberian pop – may not be to everyone’s tastes; but the pool table is a welcome rarity on the landscape of Spanish drinking establishments.
On the unpretentious (ahem) outskirts of Malasaña, Pub Prada is the perfect place for a relaxed highball before you head off into the land of disco glitz and garrafón. Or for spotting a supermullet. Bring your own crowd.
Open until 2am every night, including Sundays. Copas 4.50€, dobles 2€.
Metro: Gran Vía. Calle Ballesta, 24. See map below: