It was clear as day that 2x2 metre booth clearly did not have the capacity to seat the entire party comfortably, yet the sloppily-dressed, sweats-donning waitress had the decency to argue that it was more than enough, and that they were even able to seat larger parties of ten people at times.
Casting a quick but worried glance around the table, I could only blink in horror at the statement that had just been uttered. Either the guests she had been serving were all regularly underfed, or she was spouting cows' manure in the most matter-of-fact voice possible.
They all appeared to be relatively standard dishes: the salad was overdressed and contained an excessive amount of cilantro (which is saying a lot since I happen to greatly enjoy the vegetable); the chips and dip weren't any more extraordinary than their more economically-priced storebought counterparts. The trio of Frituras bore an unmistakable resemblance to arancini, though I can't quite comment on anything beyond their appearance since I didn't try them.
On the other hand, Tostada de Ceviche proved to be a much more redeeming dish. Atop a crispy piece of tortilla, generous amounts of guacamole and tangy cured albacore tuna had been layered for maximum appeal. Its profile was unique, with elements that contrasted and complemented. Albeit tasty, it was quite messy to munch on. I also find myself questioning whether its price was justified.
(Side: Both of the above selections are normally served with a high degree of spice, but I made a special request to omit any flame-inducing additions.)