Dali is over the top, entirely too much, and a pretty perfect place for family dinners (biological or chosen). It feels like a party started here in the ‘80s and has been raging ever since, and the proof is in the three decades’ worth of tchotchkes lining the walls, including a giant golden bedazzled fish skeleton and a clothesline of undergarments hanging between an interior archway. It’s the kind of maximalist old-school tapas spot that cranks out classics like gambas al ajillo with the most garlicky olive oil you can imagine, buttery sweet plates of jamon iberico, and a seafood paella that’s smoky, spicy, and floral (from the saffron) all at once. Some red wine sangria and flan for dessert are no-brainers. Always make a reservation, because there are no slow nights here.