pescado what?
January 31, 2007
Miguel and I visited Pescado Mojado because I’ve just been scared of the name for too long. It’s about time I confront my fear of wet fish which is a very dirty name for a restaurant. I mean, I’ve been living in Echo Park within walking distance of this place since September 2004 for god’s sake. Unfortunately, my instincts were all right and this place is gross.
Here’s my fish ceviche. I hate it when the ceviche is all mushy and there are no real chunks of fish. I didn’t even eat much of this.
Miguel’s pescado frito dinner. It’s not even a pescado mojado, which I’m guessing would have a sauce? His meal was totally decent and acceptable, but if we’re gonna have a fried fish, I’ll stick to the Rodeo Grill next door or El Siete Mares down the street. I actually enjoyed the rice. I think it reminds me of this night I made some Saffron Yellow Rice with my old roommates, and we declared we were gonna eat it at every meal for the rest of our lives. I believe we may have smoked something prior to eating.
The Pescado Mojado is on the corner of Logan and Sunset in Echo Park. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
