I went here with my wife, my sister, and her wife the other night. We wanted to try some place none of us had been, and we finally decided upon Orinoco. Most of us haven't had much in the way of Venezuelan food, but I figured I might as well gain a little cultural capital into this South American country. I'm sure Hugo Chavez would be proud.
The restaurant is small, but not suffocating. The walls have various pieces of art on the wall, and the colors within the restaurant were vibrant yet not overpowering. Basically, it didn't look like someone had raided the local hardware store, stolen every available neon/bright color, and gone berserk with it all in order to make the place seem more Latino faux festive. Save that shit for tourists. A three-sided bar exists immediately to the left of the entrance and it seems like a great place to have a drink (if you can find a seat) while waiting for a table since Orinoco does NOT take reservations. Fortunately, since we're all really, really, really good looking (think Blue Steel or Magnum) we did not have this problem. Or we might have just perfectly timed our entrance.
Regardless, we were seated immediately and our server was awesome. I've noticed several reviews put the beat down on the personnel at this joint, but our guy was uber-helpful; he recommended various drinks and meals, he was quick and efficient when needed, yet more reserved with his presence when the four of us simply wanted to talk and enjoy our meal. Honestly, service was top notch. He was definitely a five star employee. So from my experience, service on a Thursday night around seven is immaculate.
We started with the arepa pernil and the empanada verde. The arepa was nothing to right home about. If this is Venezuelan street food, I'll stick to delicious carnitas tacos from some Mexican taco truck. The maize that made up the sandwich seemed hard and flavorless, while pork was dried up. The empanada was a different story. Very unexpectedly (I guess I should have read the menu a bit more closely . . . maybe I'm illiterate), it seemed more like a mixed green salad with the empanada cut up into four pieces arranged neatly around the greens. However, the mixture of warm mushroom, cheese, and plantain dough was exquisite when matched with the salad, which had a light, fragrant dressing. Everything complemented each other so well together.
My sister and I ordered the pabellon criollo, which consisted of shredded beef, white rice, black beans, and plantains. It was one of the cheaper items on the menu, but that didn't make it any less delicious. The beans and rice were good; you can't really fuck up black beans and rice. If you do, and you're a cook at a restaurant that charges the prices Orinoco charges, your ass should be locked up for the culinary crime of sheer ineptitude. The beef was a decent sized portion and reminded me of the barbacoa I've had at many Mexican joints. My sister seemed to enjoy the meal as well.
My wife and her wife also seemed to like their meals. My wife had a steak that was flavorful, but not out of this world, and it was very tiny for the price. I can't quite remember the name of it. My sister's wife had a salad with some seared yellow-fin tuna; I tried the tuna, and it tasted like seared tuna. Both of them seemed to enjoy their meals, but weren't raving about how they couldn't wait to have them again.
Basically, if you're in the neighborhood, check it out if you want something different. It won't make you want to book a trip to Venezuela immediately, but it might make you Google the country to learn a little bit more about its culture. Does that sound like faint praise? read more