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| - You don't need to read any of these reviews. This is the most popular spot in the city (and Yelp's #7 in the country!). Just make sure you try the sauces. The garlic (ajo?) one made my meal completely. This place doesn't need me to tell you to go there, but if you need a review still, a messy one follows.
The +1 and I have tried to come here a couple times in the last year. The first time, after work last winter, called the place, they said they were almost closing (~6:00) so don't bother. Fine. Tried to go a few weeks ago while in the Strip on a Saturday. HA! Unless you are patient and are extremely weather prepared, don't bother. Lines out the door; we waited for about fifteen minutes and decided waiting in line outside in January is not for us.
But alas, I had a half day of work due to an appointment in Bloomfield. It was 3 PM, snowing like crazy, maybe four degrees out, and you're damn right I got on that 86 bus and slid down to the Strip District.
The inside is tiiiiiny. Mostly kitchen, a middle table, six stools along the sides of the wall. I was immediately greeted by Anthony, I think, who was so unbelievably awesome. Another cook there, younger kid, was drinking all the wine in this BYOB establishment so I knew I liked this place already.
I wanted to take dinner home as the +1 was stuck in meetings all afternoon and couldn't join me, so I needed things that traveled well. I knew I wanted chicken (pollo! .. which is "poh-jo"-ish, not "po-yo"; this ain't a Mexican joint!) and was directed to the sandwich which he suggested I get "deconstructed": toast instead of bread, everything piled together, oh my sweet jeebus, you don't even know. It had mushrooms on it which I do not do.. but I ate them. Me. Picky Queen of the East. I also got the potatoes (papas!) which were roasted to almost a blackened state in the best sense. Don't forget the sauces for these. I had a lot of help packing everything into my huge brown bag. Everything separate and packaged so nicely. They are too sweet here; I can't stress that enough.
I asked for the most popular items for +1. He received a rosemary beef sandwich and corn. After he put that thing together and drenched it in the horseradish sauce, it was gone. I have no idea what happened. I thought he was going to drink the chimichurri. I'm not a beef eater, but it honestly smelled good enough to potentially turn me against my moral judgments. The food is some of the best South American-y business I have ever had. It might even be worth the line outside in January or, at the very least, another half day of work.
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