The entrance is through the ceramics shop. Discreet door, staircase, basement. Raw concrete, velvet, bottles reaching up to the ceiling. Mixologist Nicolas only serves his own creations: no mojito, no spritz. Considered blends, sometimes unexpected, made to be sipped slowly. The tapas menu accompanies without stealing focus. What this place naturally filters is the desire to step off the usual script. People who find TUB were looking for something other than the bar on the main square. That gives the clientele something in common from the start.