Daiquiri Dicks: silly name but a nice spot on the beach with decent margs. Had great Baja style fish tacos and a very meh tortilla soup. Good, friendly service.
Rico Mac Taco: a very casual, bustling place filled with locals and tourists. Had good tacos and a very well cooked whole snapper with garlic. Tasty but missing the garlic. Decent, cheap margs.
And the meal we wish we could erase from our memory: Cafe des Artistes
Short review: beautiful room, ghastly food, amateur service, dismissive manager.
Long review: for 2 people we ordered 1 tasting menu plus 2 additional plates. The meal started ok with soft shell crab and a tomato salad. The brioche with the salad was dry and maybe a day old. Only half of the tomatoes were ripe and flavourful. Next course was escargot ravioli. Pasta had good texture, escargot was chewy, pepper sauce was bland. The dish was just bland with no hint of the garlic butter. This was followed by a fideos dish that was inedible. It was a gloopy, fatty mush. This was sent back uneaten. At this point we mentioned to the waiter that the food was coming too quickly. All dishes had obviously sat under a heat lamp while we ate the previous course. We are not particularly slow eaters. The waiter made a joke and as he walked away the next course was delivered. The sucking pig dish had dry crusted sauce. The pork itself was mushy and wasn't seasoned at all. This was sent back uneaten. Filet with Gorgonzola was decent but a very thin, maybe 3cm thick cut. It was well cooked but lacked seasoning. After the mains we still had 1/3 of our bottle of wine left but dessert arrived. Tres leches was a dry cake topped with what tasted like gelatinized cheap vanilla ice cream. We were also brought a complimentary creme brûlée which was overcooked and curdled. We could only manage to eat a bite or 2 of each dessert. We spoke to the manager on the way out since he did not visit our table. He suggested that since they had served 250 people that night and no one complained we must be wrong about our meal and experience. In the end we had to laugh at the absurdity of the Michael Bolton/Lionel Richie soundtrack accompanying our stuck in the 80's splotched and swirled plates. Just all round horrifying.