Back in the day, all I used to write about/to obsess about was food. Food is and always has been this magnetic essence that's been dear to my heart, but sometimes I stray away from it on this blog. Not sure why. Maybe cause I forget my camera sometimes and no way am I posting/jabbering about something otherworldly without some poppin' photos to bring up the rear.
While in Chi this past weekend, I ate like a king. Lebanese takeout, Cuban tamales and cortados, Vietnamese spring rolls, and a new place. Las Islas Marias, a fish house on N. Clark. After stuffing myself with all my old favorites within a 24-hour time frame, I ended up aching for ceviche and Dos Equis, so me n Lis popped on over to finally give this joint a go.
I loved it. They troll out with a little plate of fish ceviche, crackers, salsa, tostadas and limes the minute you plop down and the beer is icy cold. We ordered shrimp cocktail, guacamole, and shrimp ceviche and I wasn't disappointed. I've been on an oyster trail as of late, a massive mission in my eyes. Been trying to find something that compares to the plump freshies in Veracruz. I've been let down each and every time, but I will say that I slammed a 3-pack at Momofuku in NYC last night (seems like a decade ago) and they were delish. Small, but delish.
Anyway, the ceviche was solid. Not Veracruz by any means, but still something to daydream about. My vote for the best is still Casa O's on Isla Mujeres. Care not what you say, I know ceviche. Seems, I know oysters too.