We should have quit while we were ahead. Great late lunch,
borderline hungry for dinner, Puro Corazon is such a convenient distance from
our hotel so why not have a lighter meal before turning in for the night?
Because the Pescado Caribeno. The catch of the day is a sad sea bass steak, dry in the middle and rock-hard around the edges. It’s seared like an overcooked flank and was equally hard to chew. The passionfruit sauce is interesting, but it’s so sour it overpowers everything else on the plate, and the “crispy” wild rice was like chewing on gravel.
The Tortitas de Huauzontle were the good kind of vegetarian; wholesome and satisfying, a killer combination of an earthy, starchy amaranth in a dense cake with manchego and parmesan cheese. The tomato and pepper sauce wets the breaded patties and gives it a little color.
For a place that
specializes in seafood, the sea bass is just embarrassing! The tortitas show
some potential, and the décor is a nice hippie vibe, but otherwise this
whatever jungle restaurant is easy to miss, and it’s probably better to keep on
walking.
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