The entire space is dressed in black and white gingham check, as “castizo” as a walk through Lavapiés in May. And like any self-respecting party, there is no lack of silver fringes, falling with “arte y salero”—in the purest chulapo style, “where are you going with that Manila shawl, my dear?”—like garlands that still resist disappearing, making it clear that here the verbena is not forgotten so easily.