There are decisions that divide the world.
Sweet or savory. Beach or mountains. Dry or creamy rice.
There’s no right answer—only different sensations. And if there’s one place where this choice turns into pure pleasure, it’s here: dry or melow rice at Lobito de Mar. Because in this restaurant from Grupo Dani García, it’s not about choosing right—it’s about choosing what makes you happy today.
Dry: the one that crackles and conquers
Dry rice is the timeless classic that never disappoints. Loose, golden, with that deep aroma that embraces you before the first bite.
At Lobito de Mar, every dry rice arrives at the table with perfect texture and a broth full of flavor. Nothing’s extra. Everything’s in its place.
A rice with seasonal vegetables, one with carabinero prawns, or the Iberian pork rice that boldly unites land and sea. And always, with that golden crust at the bottom—the socarrat that fights for your spoon. Because yes, if you’re the kind who loves that crunch, that clean and direct flavor, dry or melow rice at Lobito de Mar has your answer.
Creamy rib rice: spoons that comfort

Here, there’s no variety—there’s perfection.
The only creamy rice on the menu is the rib rice, and it needs no rival. Creamy, intense, profound. Slow-cooked, until the rice melds with the meat and everything tastes like home. Like the good old days. Like comfort on a plate.
It’s made to share, to let go, to stretch lunch into the afternoon.
It’s the dish for long sobremesas, for easy conversation, for that “I didn’t know this could taste so good” moment. If what you love is warmth, comfort, and honest flavor, you’ll understand why dry or creamy rice at Lobito de Mar is starting to have a clear favorite.
There’s no “good” rice. There’s the perfect rice for you
The best part is—you don’t have to choose just once.
You can try one today, another tomorrow, come as a couple and steal from each other’s plate, or come back just for that rice you can’t forget. Because at Lobito de Mar, rice isn’t just a section of the menu—it’s a way of cooking the south with pride.
And it doesn’t matter if you’re in Marbella or in the heart of Madrid.
You can still feel the sea breeze—even in the conversation. The table fills up. Glasses clink. The rice arrives at the center. And suddenly, the choice doesn’t matter that much anymore. Because everything tastes like summer, like gathering, like an unhurried Sunday.
That’s how dry or creamy rice is lived at Lobito de Mar.











