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El Sarape is probably the only bright spot of color in an otherwise dour Weymouth Landing in Braintree.
There are a few taverns, a couple of luncheonettes and the night I was there, about 50 motorcycles parked in front of a local bar.
El Sarape (the names describes the multihued, woven blankets of Mexico) is typical of many Mexican restaurants. There are pumpkin colored walls, handsome sarape- hangings, the obligatory ceramic tropical birds, and faux-Mexican patterns on the tabletops.
The restaurant is quite welcoming and generates a pleasant warmth that makes dining here fun.
But the big problem, and it's very easily corrected, is that the food, while good, suffers from a bland presentation with none of the colors and care that the restaurant and the diners deserve.
And that's too bad. It should be addressed.
Our meal started with the usual chips and salsa. The chips, probably homemade, lacked crispness and seemed a bit tired, but the salsa was fresh with a nice hint of cilantro and the right amount of heat. It was served in an attractive earthenware bowl.
My partner ordered a Tecate beer, in my opinion Mexico's best , and was pleasantly surprised that it came in a frosted glass mug.
My Cabernet was a perfectly fine house wine.
Margarita lovers will find a varied range of the specialty drink, from the Grand Serape signature to the Black Gold and the familiar Mango Margarita. The Clasica Margarita is made with Sauza Tequila, my absolute favorite.
I like that many of El Sarape's waiters and the owner are Mexican. Aside from being able to practice my abysmal Spanish, the Mexican staff add an authenticity.
The first appetizer was a Guacamole Salad, two big scoops of mashed fresh avocados, again with the right degree of spice. Interestingly, I overheard a nearby diner say how hard he tried to avoid spicy food.
Why come? I thought.
But the restaurant does a good job of balancing the right amount of spice to the usually unadventurous American palate, so cautious diners have nothing to fear.
We then ordered the Black Bean Soup which came, as it should, piping hot with a nice smoky flavor: a deep, dark soup that wasn't heavy as some can be.
Here's where I really noticed the presentation problem.
How difficult would it have been to add a few bright red pepper slices or a few slices of lemon or tomato to off set the monochrome of green guacamole on a lonely piece of green lettuce leaf?
Couldn't the black bean soup have had a few parsley or cilantro sprigs?
The Pescado Cilantro were several slices of very tender, very moist, light white fish sautéed in a garlic and coriander aka cilantro sauce. The rich green reduction was mild but quite fresh. But here again, the dining experience would have been greatly enhanced if the chef added some color (any color!), some zest and make the dish appealing.
We do eat with our eyes too.
The next entrée was Pollo en salsa de Mango, sliced chicken breast pretty much covered in a mango, ginger and orange juice sauce.
Same problem. Chicken just sitting in a sauce, however delicious, is not especially appetizing.
There were other choices that might have fared better. I tried looking at other orders as they passed by me, but I couldn't tell.
The meals come with a refried bean side dish and a side of rice.
For desert we had the Pastela, light coconut cheesecake which was terrific and worked well with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
Sometime I'll try the Sarape Roll, a sugar shell stuffed with cheesecake over a bed of chocolate and vanilla ice cream.
El Sarape deserves to be visited, but it needs to do everyone a favor by improving its presentations, a comment I've since heard from previous diners.
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