Los Danzantes always runs the risk of being cold in the evening in winter, but I see they have installed gas heaters so at least your top half will be warm. And a restaurant with such a high profile runs the risk of being expensive and poor value. But not here.
In early March 2013 it was a warm night and the lovely physical atmosphere added to the pleasure of the evening along with discovering that their chef is French from Nantes and lives and works here because he is married to a Mexican who won't leave.
I asked him how a Frenchman learned to cook Mole and he replied,
"With difficulty, I had to do a lot of training and research in many villages and it was hard work."
His Mole was excellent.
Service was excellent although the chairs are a bit uncomfortable and the wine by the glass is poor. Don't be cheap buy a bottle.
We had the grasshoper thingy for a starter and were a bit disappointed (me) and happy (Jill) that there were no actual grasshoppers visible in it. It is a sort of strong soup with plenty of flavour and just a little spicy. It is a bit reminiscent of Mulligatawny, but of course that has no chocolate in it.
I had a rather nice main course of pork ribs in a kind of black lightly spiced mole sauce which had a slight sweet and sour flavour and which had me scraping every last bit of it off the plate. The meat fell off the bones which I also chewed in a disgusting fashion until I had eaten and sucked every last bit out of them. I think I liked that dish.
It came incongruously with some papas brava, which I also wolfed down.
Jill made a brave attempt at the grashopper thingy and after turning up her pert little nose at it, scoffed the lot. Did I mention the little crispy matchsticks of tortilla floating on top. She thought they were the grasshoppers. She has obviously never seen a grasshopper.
She is a piscatarian so she had the vegetarian lasagne, a dish which in my opinion should have been killed at birth, but I have to say it was quite edible and had a nice red sauce with it. It was not overpowered by the cheese or the bechemal and had a good mix of vegetables and herbs with a touch of mint.. So it was a dish cooked up by the chef, not one he downloaded from the internet. If you are a vegetarian it was lovely and Jill's nose was definitely turned down as she gave it the thumbs up. Maybe they would like to try a fish lasagne with Tuna, I like that. Or even better real lasagne with meat! S'il vous plait Monsieur.
Sadly we chose the wrong desert, but I wanted to try a pastel with cream cheese and membrillo.
However the people at the next table were having the chocolate pudding which I could see from 3 feet away was totally correct with chocolate pouring out all over the plate and a light brown crust. I went over and asked the people eating it and they said it was excellent, but didn't offer me a taste. Well one lives in hope.
The place has a small cocktail bar and good cocktails if you are waiting for friends.
Not a Mexican in sight except for the staff, apart from the price you could have been in the US. But then in the US the food wouldn't have been as good. The portion size was good. We shared a starter and desert and had quite enough to feel full.
Mainly I am disapointed when I eat out that food is not as good as I cook at home, this time I was disapointed that I can't cook this well at home.
If this review is accepted I will become a Senior Reviewer. As if it is not bad enough being 63 now I will be reminded of it every time I fire up Tripadvisor. Still at least in Mexico age is respected.
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