So, horchata is a drink that varies wildly depending on where you are in Latin America or Spain. The version served at Cancun, a tiny little Mexican restaurant, is essentially the Guatemalan version, which is basically a kind of rice-milk. It also includes vanilla and cinnamon. It is served ice-cold and it is absolutely delicious. It’s the only horchata I’ve ever had, so it feels kind of hard to rank this in terms of how good it is. I don’t know if it’s average horchata or way better than horchata usually is or what. But I know I loved it. It’s got a nice smooth texture, very milky of course, and it’s really refreshing. I swigged down more than one glass during my meal. So, yeah, I mean, this is really uninformed as far as how Cancun stacks up against other horchatas, but definitely recommended. 3 ½ stars.
Je n'aime pas dans les vieux films américains quand les conducteurs ne regardent pas la route. Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon. La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.
This place is amazing. Fresh fish on display, everything from the smaller fish in a glass counter where you place your order to incredibly big fish on ice over on the “market” side of the room. But on the restaurant side of the room is where you place your order for catfish fillets. I’m going to be talking about this place some more later (no spoilers!), but for now, let’s just talk about catfish, that ground-breaking and disturbing docu-no, wait.
Tender, melt-in-your-mouth fillets covered with a golden brown, crispy, crunchy shell . . . oh . . . my . . . God . . . this is amazing. I’ve not had a single bad meal here and the catfish fillets are a great recommendation. Just an explosion of juicy flavor, tender meat and crunchy breading. I just can’t recommend this one highly enough. The restaurant is just a storefront; snobby folks will blanch before they even get in the door – but really everyone should eat here. 4 stars.