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| - Asia de Cuba just obliterates the portion of my brain that would provide the defense mechanism from thoroughly enjoying such an insolent, precocious establishment. As it turns out, AdC kicks all kinds of ass.
I fully endorse giving this place 5 stars and spate waterfalls of chicharrone green beans, rivers of mojitos, and valleys of calamari salads on the readers of this review. And so it is written, so it shall be done.
AdC is incredibly creative and unpredictable with their menu despite themselves and the overworked 'fusion' theme. Some examples of AdC fare: crab croquetas with red pepper remoulade and chile-ponzu dipping sauce, spicy Szechuan scallops with salsa verde and chorizo-lemon grass espuma, Cuban-spiced chicken with a tamarind glaze, plantain-crusted Spanish mackerel with curried noodles, pan-seared ahi with wasabi-mashed potatoes and chimichurri sauce, grilled mojito-glazed strip steak with a mango sauce infused with sak and foie gras.
I mean, whats NOT to like? Sure the atmosphere is slightly prom-ish, but you'll find that you will get over it quickly. Its surprisingly cozy in the surroundings, and, as a personal pleaser to my eye-palate, the decor, from staff to furniture to art, is drowned in white. I've been to the AdC in San Francisco and felt more like a power-lunch spot than a 'dinner as an event' place. The menus were nearly the same, but apparently design, decor, and atmosphere differ drastically from one to the next. So, if you've been to one AdC, you most certainly haven't been to them all. Scottsdale nails this interpretation flawlessly.
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