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| - We really wanted to like this place. Since Radio Maria is so overrated and Luna is quite uneven, we were ready to vote this as our favorite tapas place in CU. Sadly, V. Picasso didn't win our vote.
First, their bread was so bad. How can bread be so bad? As my dinner companion put it, the bread was "aggressively bland." It wasn't stale, it wasn't off-tasting, it was just aggressively bland.
The bland seasoning continued in our dishes such as the potatoes and everything else that followed. But the coup de grĂ¢ce of the night was the risotto. I know. We were stupid to order risotto at a tapas place. But we craved its creamy silky deliciousness. Instead, what we got was all the salt that had been missing in the other dishes. We felt like horses with a salt lick. And, like those beasts of burden, we just kept licking (or eating). We should have sent the dish back instead of eating and saying incredulously with each bite, "Is this risotto really this salty? Is this really happening? Did they really send this out as something that's acceptable for human consumption?" Finally, we snapped to our senses after spooning halfway into the risotto and complained. The server, quite incompetently, fumbled around as if we had personally insulted her and didn't know what to do. She eventually brought the manager, who said, "Guys! Why did you eat it? I would have brought out another one for you!" I know. Blame the victims, right? (Granted the victims in this case *were* pretty culpable.)
Anyway, when the check came, we bet to see if they had charged us for the risotto. My dinner companion said no, I said yes. I won the bet, but in the end, we were both losers for having tried this place. Never again.
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