Before the popular Paseo Chapultepec plaza opened across the street from Tabule, filled with many restaurants, Tabule was THE place to dine for the local Tijuana Gentry. Now, perhaps, there is an unexpected calmness and a bit of a feeling of being "left in the dust" by the shiny and the new across Calle Sonora. There never was a proper welcome at Tabule: one wanders into a darkish vestibule and has to track down a passing waiter to be seated---sometimes you are lucky in getting assisted, and sometimes you are not. The decor has a slightly weary aura---as if it could use a good dusting. Once seated, things proceed fairly smoothly. Just be aware that the waiter most likely will not pour your Emeve Cabernet Sauvignon, and there is no manager on duty to coax him to do so, so you are on your own for the pours. Tabule serves alot of sushi, so the cooked Whitefish Tabule is unusually good. The ugly brown polyester tablecloths have been happily replaced with white, but those brown polyester napkins remain as an unhappy memory from the past. The view of the greens at the Club Campestre golf course right outside the dining room window is lovely and there is valet parking posted at the front door.
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