Let's try someplace new! It's right next to Posada Margherita so some of that awesomeness has undoubtedly seeped into this place!
Nope. NopeNopeNope. Side-by-side, practically sisters, both Italian...definitely not the same. Posada Margherita creates culinary masterpieces, and Juanita Diavola makes disaster-pieces beyond compare.
Pulpo Rostado is a favorite and usually a safe bet at an upscale seaside escape, but this one made me want to make a different kind of getaway. The tentacles are indecisively roasted, some parts are mushy, bordering on slimy and adjacent portions are chewy and tough. The potatoes don't even have salt on them, and the olives taste...canned.
The Risotto Gamberi is better. The three jumbo shrimp are there for show. The are reasonably fresh though the tiniest, barely discernible bit over-cooked. The tiny shrimp interspersed within the rice infuses it with that seafood savor which finishes more like fishy flavor, and it contributes...the texture of jerky.
This dinner cost more than Cetli and as much as Hartwood, and I cannot understand how or why. Crude should never cost more than exquisite; why is perfection more cost-effective than poor? Juanita Diavola: Satisfying they are not, to inedible they are close. In service, they are SLOW. I didn't think I was taking a chance on this one, but the experience was almost traumatic enough to scare me out of trying anything else on that street.
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