Can we talk about Seviche on Penn Avenue?
I had dinner there last night and you know, normally when I go to a new restaurant, I like what I order, I eat it, and it’s fine. Fine. Rarely do I eat something, point a tiny fork at my dinner companion and say, “Holy shit. That is the best thing I have eaten ever in my life and I cannot walk out of here unless I have another tray of it.”
Yesterday, after the second tray of Asian Tartare, after the lamb chops, after the Strawberry Mimosa Mojito (oh, yes. Yum.), after the wine, after the pulled pork sandwich with cilantro and lime, after savoring every single teeny tiny itsy bitsy little bite, well, I wanted a Whopper to fill me up, but still. Delicious!
Yes, the portions are small. Ten dollars for four bites of lamb. So if you like to eat a piece of meat the size of a gazelle, it might be just a snack for you, but as for me and my friend and all that food and liquor coming in at only $64 and change. Perfection.
Valet is only $5. The music is perfect. The atmosphere is very Miami-y and I’m not lying when I say that lots of gorgeous people go to Seviche. Seriously. I was like, “Are these people ACTORS or something with their slight faux-hawks, big glasses and trendy suits?” Very good people-watching to be had there.
If you’ve got a date and you don’t know where to take her/him. This is a fun place to try. Tell them that PittGirl sent you (they’ll say “who?” but you just be all, “WTF is wrong with you? THE PittGirl!”) and that she said to turn the frickin’ fans down a little. It was like sitting under a hurricane.
Geez. My hair was NOT thugalicious after that meal.
P.S. The best ceviche in the world (yes, damn it. It’s supposed to be spelled with a C) can be found at El Cejas in Mercado 28 in downtown Cancun, Mexico. That’s church.