I have to admit I have been wrong...very wrong. After several years of championing the post-Sergio Centinela branch of MC, I now see the grave, and lazy, error of my ways.
The great chef Sergio left Chente-nela a few years back; though saddened I continued to patronize it, usually with pretty good results. The marlin tacos seemed unchanged, the shrimp dishes held up well as did the mojarra fritta. Perhaps the pescado z was over mayo-d and the ceviches no longer as "zippy," but it was pretty good.
A good friend of mine always says, "Life is too short for pretty good, Bobby!"
This Sunday I whipped up my trusty margaritas, salt and limes, packed 'em on ice, and headed down to Imperial Highway and a date with perfection. We were just 2, so we could only handle a camarone/pulpo ceviche and 1 kilo of the pescado z. The ceviche was served in a new sauce, I believe he called it "marinara," it was freaking extra-ordinary...all funky (in the most righteous way) with chilies, Worcestershire, cucumber and mango. The pescado was a dream come true.
There really is no comparison. None. It is fine on Centinela, if you can live with fine. It is heavenly on the Highway, and you most definitely want heavenly.