Sure, there were triumphs, like the sea cucumber served with land cucumber; the soup of beef tripe, blood, and flank in a black cauldron; and the chicken-skin skewers.
Nearly everything a friend and I tried that evening was good and sometimes spectacular: Best of all was a pritong i...
Valdez is likable and well spoken, but I'd rather have encountered these stories in the New Yorker than between the tiny courses.
One example is soup no. 5 ($19): The light broth bobs with pig testicles and pizzle...
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