Don’t fuck with the food in this fucking restaurant, a turbojewel. Today we come here at the Juarez neighborhood, of my biggest surprises of the year. I came without expectations because I had seen Google comments about the bad service and indeed, yes, it’s kind of cool. I imagine that’s why is empty on Sunday at 4 p.m. , but in the end we commented on that. The place is very cool, very New York fart, and they are in the Michelin guide. But let’s start, it costs about 35 cymbals, first somes with habanero rolls, although I didn’t know habanero, thes were spectacular, then some fried shrimp heads with a special mayonnaise who were very pissed off. It is known that the head has all the flavor and they did not disappoint. Then a beef tartar with sourdough bread, a delicious bitch, it sucks me a good stay tartar. Then some cod croquettes that I had never seen before, I was very surprised and I’m not usually excited about cod. We ordered the 4 salads, but betabel’s, don’t be a sucker, one of the best pinches, salads I’ve eaten in my bitchy life, and the salad also sucked me up, although the recommendation to eat with the hand I thought it was weird, but I pull all the chicharrón that the conicura was also epic. Then he spoke foie gras pâté with a little apple and bread mother for me. The foie with something fruity does not have fállame pinches, mamo, a good foie, then the bolodella sandwich. with Gruyere and a little mustache. Bread has no mother, this sandwich was spectacular. I could have skipped the mussels, They had an aftertist there, kind of weird, I never knew what was main course, the Fritz stake, which is a New York, with a crust of pepper. Perfect term, a delicious bitch. Also included is the milanesa that he brought as a lemon zest, and other mothers with a special mustache, and had no mother. Explosion of mouths in the taste, spectacular the milanesa, although she was very thin. For first dessert, I love the giant hot cakes, which are only available on Sundays. And no shit my fucking excitement. I haven’t had a hot cake in years, because you don’t eat breakfast and don’t be a sucker. The delight returned me to my wild child instantly. Long live hot cakes, then the Basque cake with red fruit sorbet, which was a perfect combination, and green leaf tuna ice cream and burnt milk. I had never tried this combo and raffle before, you bastard. This is what we paid between 5 people and for the service. Here are my comments. Since I scored. They answered me with a fucking answer. Egg to attend to me, but I said, chance is having a bad day my compa, but already arriving at the restaurant I ran into the most hostile staff, I felt like I was coming to Hot Mamas Kitchen. They greet you with a mug of chingados. Are you doing here? What do you want? They seem to be forced to be there and not allowed to smile. For me service is a very important part of the experience. and even more so when they charge you these prices. Do I regret coming? Of course not, nothing is going to stop me from tasting the best food and the chef What is his fault? I wouldn’t even go back to be served with jetas. I’d better go eat at my ex’s house.