So, tomorrow's the birthday, and the wife and kids (foodies all) decided to take me out for a nice dinner. The Lad, a 12 y.o., is probably the biggest foodie of the bunch, and will try most anything you offer, if it doesn't sound completely disgusting. (He's not ready for cooked heart, for instance, but there's hardly a conventional part of an unconventional critter he won't chow on.)
Anyway, first restaurant in a while that lived up to the hype. Thanks to all the unknown Hounds who posted reviews (unknown to me--the Wife reviewed the board thoroughly). [It probably would score me no points to use a term for a female hound, would it? No. So, I'll go with "the Wife." ;-)]
We kept it fairly conventional, since the Lass is a first grader who is not as adventurous as the Lad. (The wee Lass, 6 months old, heartily recommends the rustic bread, whose crust she loved gnawing on.)
Ordered: Hummus. Yum. Deliciously seasoned with good spanish paprika.
Pan con tamate. Good but not spectacular. Delightfully salty. Out of season tomatoes, so so.
Patatas Bravas. Mmmm. perfectly cooked, with crispy outside and creamy insides.
Annas Empanadas. Outstanding. Unusual pastry crust, tasty but not over the top Chicken filling.
Maíz Asado con Alioli y Queso Cotija . Wow. Great cheese sauce. Perfectly cooked grilled corn. Might have been one one fhe best of the night.
Bistec de Faldilla a la Plancha*. Perfectly cooked steak. The onions were a revelation.
Hamburguesas de Kobe*. These were for the Lass, who was struggling. When her brotehr asked her what the Kobe beef tasted like (American Kobe, no doubt) she replied "It tastes like hamburger, brother."
Least pleasing aspect of the night: there was a gay pride thing ending around when we arrived. That's not the problem, so much as the music during it was like the gay bar scene in Police Academy. The patrons: no problem. The music: well, it got better after six.
Least successful food: the churros. I had high hopes, but the pepper was over the top. I don't mind a savory dessert, but this crossed some imaginary boundary. Liked em, but Dali's churros are way better.