Few and scarce are the destinations I would recommend to out-of-town-ers with minimal hesitation, but MeNami has remained amongst the top since their initial opening two years ago.
The constituents of the dish were thinly-sliced pickled cucumbers, a heaping handful of slippery, chewy strands of squid, wakame, and a bed of glass noodles ("harusame"). For those that appreciate the intriguing textures and nasal-clearing properties of Tako-Wasa, this was a levelled-up version with chewy cuttlefish and milder notes to finish.
Beware: Those unfamiliar with the slimy texture may require a few bites to adapt, though it may be seen as an acquired taste as well.
A little less tradition, the option of adding cheese would serve to neutralize its raging effect, though may conflict with the chef's intentions for the dish.
I greatly appreciated this dish, not merely because it was soothing to the soul after back-to-back meals of boldly flavoured items, but since it also provided drastic relief from the draft above our heads. (Apparently the heating system was malfunctioning.)
The interior was compact, but very cozy. orangecane's recent favourite, BTS, played on a small screen near the entrance, while an expansive menu board hung above the cashier.
Drinks were priced reasonably given the location. A large-sized Grapefruit Green Tea set me back $3.79, while the upsize charge was a mere extra dollar. An Original Milk Tea with tapioca would have induced a measly charge of $2.99, though came costless as a result of the shop's three-day BOGO campaign.
The Original Milk Tea, on the other hand, was much more pleasant. In spite of the obvious usage of milk powder, the underlying notes of tea were fragrant and enjoyable.
A great deal of inflation had taken place over the past ten months, I observed, with the Guacamole en La Mesa surging to eleven dollars from its original nine-dollar price tag.
Out of curiosity, a Sangria Rojo (Roja? Rojo?) was chosen from the cocktail menu. Having anticipated a fruity, fizzy beverage with main notes of pomegranate and underlying jolts of red wine, I was appalled to find that the glass was filled mainly with headache-inducing alcohol instead of the invigorating blend I envisioned. Soda water and berries had only assumed a small fraction of its composition, lending more heat than desired.
Supposedly crispy corn tortillas emerged soggy, while pineapple chilli marinated pork belly was dry and firm - far from the customary image of supple layers of intertwined fat and flesh. As for the oven roasted tomatoes, they weren't anything beyond chunks of tomato I could have easily seasoned and tossed into the toaster myself.
Nonetheless, I would suggest visiting for the table-side guacamole (and the patio during the warmer summer months). Keep expectations to a minimum in all other regards though.