Bodega is a pretty room. It's the kind of place you feel like lounging around and getting slowly sloshed in while chatting up pretty people with pretty accents whose origins you can't quite place. Or maybe that's just me. My only complaint on the food was the "ceviche" my husband and I ordered. Mainly because I strongly suspect that it was actually boiled seafood soaked in a not altogether unpleasant sauce of some kind. In any case it was dry and rubbery and I wouldn't order it again. The stuffed quail, however, I kind of can't stop thinking about. Crispy on the outside, melt-in-your-mouth tender, and don't even get me started on the heavenly creamed corn it's served over. I don't even like creamed corn, but I couldn't stop dipping my bread, truffle fries, or spoon for that matter in the stuff. The service kind of sucked; everything was fine until it was time for the check and then the guy took FOREVER. Hate that.