Can Koya

L'Escala

I’m acutely aware that a review of a (hitherto) obscure restaurant in a small town in Spain isn’t going to be one of my most read posts of the year. Back in the days when I was doing 6 or 7 posts a month, slipping the odd leftfield location in now and again just made things a bit more interesting for me - perhaps if I was lucky would provide some kind of inspiration for one or two readers, but it would soon be followed-up by somewhere a bit more Central London and I wouldn’t lose too many of you along the way. More recently though, with my new routine of one or two posts a month, these “extra” reviews carry a bit more weight, and run the risk of shedding even more of my dwindling readership.

So in deciding to write about Can Koya, a relatively new Japanese restaurant in the Catalonian seaside town of L’Escala, I’ve made the judgement that despite its decidedly non-London location, its hardly ground-breaking approach to Japanese cuisine and the fact that the vast majority of the people reading this are extremely unlikely to ever cross its doors, it’s so utterly brilliant that it deserves whatever tiny scraps of publicity I can throw its way.

Believe me, I was as shocked as anyone it turned out so good, although perhaps I shouldn’t have been. There is a fairly long tradition of serious Japanese food in Spain - Barcelona has a number of very well-regarded sushi joints run by skilled ex-pats, and if the only other barrier to top Japanese food is the availability of top-quality seafood then, well, Spain’s got that covered and then some. These are Guillardeau no.2 oysters, served naturally and presented perfectly, plump and fresh but zingingly lean - not a hint of that unpleasant creaminess that can occasionally appear in the summer months. I quite fancied some lemon to go with the second one but they brought out a homemade yuzu sauce which was exceptional - amazing to think this dressing wasn’t even on the menu and they’d magicked it up on request.

Also exceptional is Can Koya’s tempura game. There’s very little place to hide with tempura - the batter has to be light and greaseless enough to create a crunch but substantial enough to coat all the ingredients (in this case a medley of early summer vegetables) thoroughly. I’ve only been to Japan once but I don’t remember anywhere doing a better version of vegetable tempura there or anywhere else - this really was the best of Japanese technique applied to top Spanish produce, to stunning effect.

One of the constantly astonishing things about eating out in Spain is how often top-tier ingredients are served at prices that would barely be a cover charge in the UK. This tray of sashimi moriawase consisted of 4 chunks of toro (fatty tuna), 4 of akami (lean tuna) and a neat little pile of salmon, and is yours (well, was mine) for €24. I probably should have ordered another.

And on that same theme, this is a langoustine maki roll, boasting huge chunks of soft, sweet langoustine inside fluffy, body-temperature rice - a complete sushi masterclass. As with everything else before (and everything to come), there was that perfect marriage between serious Japanese sushi technique and the finest available Spanish (or in this case, probably Scottish) produce. Again, I could have happily polished off another portion of this, and probably another after that.

Yakitori scallops were off-menu, €4 each and an absolute delight. Like any Japanese restaurant worth its salt, the kitchen at Can Koya is nimble enough to work in any extra bits and pieces of top seafood come in that day, and these were absolutely belting, presented unashamedly and confidently straight-up, with no dressing or flummery (although we did still have the ponzu dip from the sashimi to use).

Finally, bonito tuna tataki, probably the most unexpected and quirky dish of the evening but just as impressive as anything else in its own way. Some attractively frilled and gently seared chunks of tuna came arranged next to a kind of ajoblanco sauce and a little clump of glazed vegetables. This was Japanese-Spanish fusion food done literally, but to great effect - an intelligent, seasonal dish marrying local and Japanese aesthetics. Very clever stuff.

With a bottle of cava to wash it all down the bill came to just under €55/head (about £47) - an insanely reasonable amount of money for even a middling Japanese restaurant, never mind one so thoughtful and accomplished as this. As soon as it was all over, I made plans to return, and did, only to find it closed. Another thing I should have known is to never trust Google Maps opening hours in Spain. But I’ll try again, because restaurants like this, and value like this, deserves to be enjoyed as often as possible.

So you may find yourself in L’Escala looking for a Japanese bite to eat, and you may not. But a wider point about eating out in Spain stands - that I doubt there is anywhere else in Europe where the quality of ingredients is matched with such incredible value - and this applies to all levels of dining from the most modest tapas joint to the multi-Michelin-starred gastro-temples (of which, you may have heard, there are also quite a few). At the risk of sounding like a spokesperson for the Spanish tourist board (eating out in Spain tends to do that to you), you have to be extremely unlucky (or be in an airport terminal) to eat badly in this part of the world. I may never leave.

9/10