Our tapas place of choice is Cuchi Cuchi in Cambridge.
After a trip to Barcelona, my mum loved the tapas, so to switch things up we thought we would give Dali a punt.
Everyone I know who has been there seems to love Dali. I wonder if they just love tapas?
We were welcomed by the maitre d who had the unenviable task of standing right by the door on a cold evening. Before she could speak, a guy (I'm guessing proprietor) whisked us away with cheesy platitudes. He would return later with phrases like "The food is wonderful isn't it?". I dislike the putting words in your mouth technique. It's what leads business owners to thinking they have a marvelous restaurant.
I'll get the one other negative out of the way - and this is purely my silliness. I wore a red shirt ... as did the waiters. I hate wearing the same clothing as the waiters!
The food was good, a wide selection of proteins including a milk soaked boar and venison sausage were highlights, plus the usual tapas staples of patatas bravas and jamón serrano. The sangria was perfect and along with my dad I finished with a tasty piece of almond cake.
All in all great food, only let down by an overbearing owner, and tables that are way too small for a group of tapas eaters - but I could say that about any tapas place!
2 comments:
I have to agree. I took my boyfriend here a year ago for his birthday (this year it was Sel De La Terre). Middle of January, From the walk from the entrance to the cozy table for two nook in the back it was just narcissistic platitudes for their restaurant. But the food rocked so I have to forgive them.
Just read your review - that is not an owner; he's a long-time employee who used to bartend (still does on Friday nights), but otherwise, Julio is the main host on most nights. The owner doesn't come in until later in the evening.
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