Ummmm... what the hell was that? Was the sentiment I felt after dining at Paracas. Upon initial entry, everything seemed to have a layer of dust on it, from the out of place wooden clown to the oversized glassware. It was as though one had gotten in a time machine, gone back to the 90s and found themselves in a restaurant that had closed several years earlier. Though the hours indicated they were open until 10 (and we were there at 7:30), half of the lights were off on one side of the restaurant. Nothing but a pale flicker of a television as our waiter (the only waiter) sat idly watching as we choked down our food. Now finally, to the food. It was edible but that's about as far as it goes. "Authentic Peruvian" if that means poor quality ingredients, lazily slapped on a dish drowned in a pool of sauce. You've been warned. There are plenty of other Peruvian restaurants near by unless you want to take a trip to the sub par Peruvian twilight zone.