As it turned out, we had supper at two Mexican restaurants, one last night, one the night before. At each I ordered tilapia. Ho, hum, you say. Who cares?
Well, it just goes to show you how different tilapia can be (ho, hum). The first restaurant, Senor Pepper’s is a new restaurant (more precisely, new ownership and new name) in Chevy Chase. It was just awful. The tilapia had gone through a deflavoring and detexturizing process, and they put diced raw tomatoes with a little cilantro on top, served it with a scoop of white rice, decent but liquidy black beans, and carrots and broccoli identifiable as such only by visual observation. Stay away, mi amigos.
But last night, it was Mix-tec in Adams Morgan (we had been there twice before), where the tilapia tasted like the Creator wanted tilapia to taste with a delicious warming sauce with an unpronouncable name (Cuitlahuac), served with a nice, fresh salad, very tasty beans and rice with a hint of tomato. The price of the two dinners was comparable.
So, Senor Pepper? no. Mix-tec? Si.
But then!!! We went to Chief Ike’s Mambo Room for our next Capitol Fringe event, this one a cabaret performance by eight singers (one of whom doubled as an energetic and competent keyboardist). They called it Psycho-cabaret (not the most apt name), and they provided the most entertaining hour of music that we had heard in a long time.
Arthur Thinks (He Thinks) 