Unless — like me — you were born and brought up in London, your parents may well regard coming “into town” as a bit of a holiday. Heighten the holiday feels by taking them to José’s on Bermondsey Street: a Spanish tapas bar with high outdoor tables which, on a sunny day, almost transports occupants straight to Extremadura, the eponymous owner’s Spanish home. José Pizarro is that owner, and his food is a life force, conveying not just the taste of tapas, but the personality of it too: the pace, the slow, easy joy, the temptation to roll from lunch to dinner to sherry. Don’t miss the fried goats’ cheese with honey and, of course, the tortilla: warm, slightly fudgy and deeply golden. Bear in mind the Bermondsey branch is walk-in only; if that’s going to perturb the parents, head down the road to Pizarro, José’s bookable, slightly more formal alter ego.