I arrive in style at Pescados Capitales and although it’s 2:00 in the afternoon the place is packed (I know, it’s just us dorky Americans who eat lunch at noon). Selecting a restaurant in the foodie capital of a foodie country wasn’t easy: there were dozens of them from which to choose. I liked the description of Pescados Capitales — serious food, laid-back atmosphere — best of those listed in my Lonely Planet guide:
On a street that was once home to nothing but clattering auto shops, this contemporary destination (think: artsy warehouse meets Peruvian rustic) serves some of the finest ceviche around. Try the ‘Ceviche Capital,’ a mix of flounder, salmon and tuna marinated with red, white and green onions and bathed in a three-chili crème. A nine-page wine list offers a strong selection of Chilean and Argentinian vintages.
Pescados Capitales is open and light and offers both indoor and outdoor dining. Service is efficient but not rushed. Spanish-speaking countries do lunch so much better than us: they drink, relax, socialize, laugh…
The menu here is extensive and oddly clever, with cryptic descriptions of dishes that seem to be pulled from fortune cookies:
CHARITY / Salmon and cachema tiradito: Salmon asks the cachema let him enter to the plate as a charity action. Avocado bed and oriental sauce looks the pair with good eyes.
My ceviche arrives: light, tasty and different from any dish I’ve ever experienced.