Azzaro

I patronized a bar/​club that had a waterfall, blasted only the finest in Top 40 hits, had fluorescent changing lights, and guys who wore their sunglasses inside the bar. No, I didn’t get a lobotomy in Spain. And hold on a second and let me explain!
Azzaro is one part guido club (see above), suited for Macbook DJs, booty dancing and your finest tube-​top-​turned-​mini-​dress. But there’s also a spacious garden outside of the bar itself, with plenty of tables and chairs if you prefer something more tranquil. (Be warned: Even this peaceful garden can get pretty crazy, depending on the time of night/​morning that you arrive.)
After elbowing our way to the bar, we secured two generous pours of Coca-​Cola con Cuarenta y Tres. After making a narrow escape with minimal spillage, we headed to the patio area, pulled up two chairs and were able to have meaningful conversations, watch the sun come up, get a second round, and smoke a cigarette.
Granted, A Ramallosa is not a huge metropolis or anything, but it seems like everyone at this bar knows each other. It took us about 20 minutes to leave because we kept running into people we know.
Because getting to Vigo can be a huge hassle at times, it is good to know there are other worthy bars nearby.