Welcome to the greatest (and first) ever collection of no-frills bars. Picture an ‘old-man’ bar but frequented by elderly ladies and young things too. Now, add a sturdy base of uniformed waiters, a layer of mid-century modernist furnishings, and an uneven icing of clamour and chaos. To all of that, add a coating of fluorescent lighting (the day-blue sort), and you’re in the Madrid that Ernest Hemingway still haunts.[…]

Source: One Woman’s Noble Mission to Document Madrid’s No-Frills Bars