by Ian Froeb
"We're fully booked," the hostess at Sanctuaria says, her smile an apology, her tone a mild corrective. You should have made a reservation. We scan the spacious, dimly lighted bar. The Winter Olympics play on flat-screen TV monitors, and the sunlight reflecting off the ski slopes casts a warm white glow over the crowded room. There are no seats here, either. Then, suddenly, a four-top readies to leave. We pounce, claiming the table even before the bartender can retrieve the previous diners' signed receipt.How wild is the tapas? Visit the RFT restaurant page late tomorrow afternoon or check back here Wednesday morning to see what I think.
It's the perfect storm of St. Louis dining: an unexpectedly temperate Saturday night in the midst of this relentlessly cold winter meets the high-pressure system of a new tapas bar.