La Esquina started it’s life as a complete secret. Eventually the rules loosened up and there’s a phone number on the webpage where you can call and hope for the best. A little bit of elitism can’t hurt. We walk into a messy fastfood stand, are let through a discreet entrance by a scary doorman. Down the dark catacombs; giggling girls take our coats and suddenly we’re in a medieval cellar with buckets of water above our heads, trillion candles and faces shiny with pork fat. They stuck us tight behind the tables so we hardly breathe and start serving delicacies . Mexican cuisine is among my favourites and this is also thanks to La Esquina, no doubt. Sardines and yellowfin tuna, grilled string beans, fresh mussels, octopus in saffron sauce. Studmuffins on the next table loudly discuss the meaning of life.
To die for: you can spot some celebrities, if you’re into that. But to die for is the food and the fact that dinner here is an Occasion.
Turn off: La Esquina tends to get crowded and you cannot always get in. But it’s still worth trying.
La Esquina, 114 Kenmare Street (corner of Cleveland St.), New York
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