THIS FREAKING PLACE...
I'm over 50 years old, and have had many, many strawberry margaritas (frozen). I've owned my own restaurant that served them. Let me tell you that the Strawberry Margaritas I had today were probably THE BEST I've had in my entire life. They don't get better, and each one was somehow equally delicious (there's something to be said for consistency in a food establishment). I was sipping my second one, already done with my food, fantasizing about drinking this thing... deep in the woods, with a really strong, neverending cigarette in the other hand... completely at peace. It was the best.
I could end the review here and give it 5 stars, but there's more.
The place isn't perfect... I didn't love every dish that I tried, but I won't bother to tell you what those individual dishes were because I don't want to bias your expectations. The 2 things I didn't love... my wife or friends absolutely loved and completely finished. I will say that... I think it was the Volcan Marino... was way too salty for me. By the time my wife told me to try sprinkling some lime juice on there (as a gringo, I don't automatically do this), I was too full to even try it.
My friend LOVES the Chilitaco. I had a Ceviche Campechano (served on a tostada in a thin, red salsa)... fresh and delicious. I really liked the Coctel Save (seafood cocktail) too.
Two more things...
The atmosphere. It's spacious, decorated nicely, the seats are comfortable (my party of 6 stayed there from like 1pm to almost 6pm and were never asked to hurry up or leave), and I knew I was in for a great experience as I was walking through the place to the table. And not just that it's nicely decorated, but there's so much space between tables. Forget about those places where you're bumping into the person at the table behind you, and the guy coming from the bathroom has to ask you to move your chair in cuz he can't fit... screw those places. There was so much room. A meal should NEVER be stressful unless you're having lunch while on the front line in Ukraine or some shit.
The ONLY thing I can suggest to them is maybe to put some reflective tape down on the floor at the toilets. As I walked out after a satisfying go, I didn't see the step-down and almost fell flat on my face. One more of those margaritas could have spelled trouble in that bathroom!
That's it. If this place was in New York City, I would be there frequently. read more