We were craving some ceviche that night. We were 3 quarters through our South American trip and we’d not had any ceviche since San Pedro (which was not very long ago actually but still, we’d not had it often enough). The guys at Chillhouse recommended Mochica which was just down the road from us and after a long day in town, we were quite happy to go somewhere local. Again, we weren’t expecting anything fancy but my oh my, the restaurant looked fancy-ish.
Mr R had his glass of malbec while I settled for the Peruvian corn syrup. I loved it!! I could get used to the Peruvian lifestyle of seafood ceviche everyday and purple corn syrup.
Complimentary chicken kebab amuse bouche. Told you the restaurant was fancy-ish.
My main… the ceviche grande!! It was humongous!! It was all different kinds of ceviche with different mixtures of sauce. And wait for it….
… the last bit to my already gigantic ceviche serving. Gobsmacked we were. Thing is, the waiters never ever warn you if you’ve ordered too much and because we’d been caught out a couple of times ordering too much food, we would ask if we’d ordered too much but the language barrier made it too difficult sometimes. I mean, all is well when we ask the question in Spanish but then the reply is a barrage of words and we’re completely lost. That’s punishment for not learning Spanish before we travelled.
Mr R’s reasonable looking main. I walked out of the restaurant that night feeling like a true humpty dumpty. But oh my, the ceviche was good. Mr R’s rice was meh~. It looked like an Asian stir fry meal and the meat was tough so I wasn’t a fan.