Oh my, what a view! And I'm not talking about the pier - it was pitch dark by the time we got here. But the mood lighting is just enough to see the inky, Adonis-arms of every waiter.
While I'm certainly not the first woman to salivate at the scenery, I'm told that the margaritas are a major magnet for men. A Margarita de la Casa rocks on the rocks, a solid tequila with agave sour, shaken not stirred. Look up Margarita in the dictionary. This is it.
Started with some Ceviche Tres Maneras. Cold as a crashing wave, the pescado blanco is full of tender whitefish, clean and simple. Not much of the jalapeno comes through, though. Love aji amarillo. It's thicker-tasting and almost creamy sauce, but El Rocoto does it better. Ahi tuna takes on an Asian twist with the addition of cilantro, a practically poke with denser tuna. Decent ceviche, really hits the spot. Then again, it's the plantain chips that steal the show. They're perfectly crunchy and paper-thin, slabs of comfort-carbs with a dense, starchy heartiness that makes you reach for your margarita more often.
The Burrito la Playa is huge and even for two people, it's quite the dish to conquer. You pierce the tortilla, and a river of cream sauce spills forth. It's laced with tequila, but I think it may contain some crack. That benign-looking white sauce has some serious attitude, and it's a spunky stew for fantastically tender shrimp and flavorful tomatilla rice.
You know the food is good when you're stuffed and can't help but eat. I had a huge lunch only hours before arriving, but something about that burrito made it impossible to stop. Like the food, love the view, will be back for the waiters...holding margaritas.