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| - Oh Radio Maria, how I wish we could be in love.
Radio Maria is like the girl your friends try to set you up with. You hear how beautiful, how wonderful she is. Then you meet her, only to find out she bites her fingernails during dinner.
This restaurant has all the makings of a high class experience. It has a pretty bar with house-infused liquor. (I especially love the ginger vodka.) There is a large tapas menu, a full service restaurant, and even a hostess!
However, that's where the magical journy ends. You enter the restaurant only to be told to wait. You may, if you're like me, point out all of the empty tables and ask "why can't I sit there?" "Well," says the snooty hostess, "those are reserved." Really? You have half of your restaurant empty and those are all reserved? Ok, I'll bite. Yes, we'll be happy to sit at the bar and have a drink and wait for "about 15 minutes."
At the bar, we order two delicious drinks. They're made well, even though it took a little longer than it should considering there were three people behind the bar. We decided to ask for the tapas menu so we'd be ready to order. Sure, I don't mind that this one has food spilled on it.
After about 20 minutes of staring at the menu, not having any contact with the bartenders and certainly not seeing our promised table, we left, paying only for the expensive, but tasty, drinks.
Will we go back? Well....no.
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