When my son was around 10 (1984) I had to work in Barcelona from time to time. I decided to take some holidays in the South of France with wife and kid, so we drove down to Barcelona iso flying.

I fancied Reno, recommended by the company management during my visits and near the hotel where I stayed. Thus brought the family there.
My son was a brat and we were a bit scared how he would behave in that restaurant (which opens after 22h like many places in Barcelona)

That was the most perfect meal we had with the son in his younger years, he simply was top and did enjoy all the food there, he sat perfectly and calmly in his chair, all dressed up, did not run around the place, wow!

He still remembers Reno today.