Half of this is The Monster’s fault. He should not have gone to Ricardo Zarate’s new seafood-centric Peruvian Paiche on opening night. And therein ends The Monster’s culpability. Because absolutely nothing went right on this night.
Let’s see, it took twenty-five minutes to get drinks and even then our waiter (who was a lone bright spot with a bitingly sardonic sense of humor about the whole thing) said he was surprised we got them at all. When your waiter has given up you know you are in for a long evening. Make that long and expensive. Oh, and we left hungry. Joy.
