Sigh. I didn't know this was a nose-to-tail kinda place and the boys immediately began combing through the menu to avoid blood sausage, intestines, and sweet breads. In all honestly, I'm not a scrap-meat aficionado myself, but I ordered a (huge) plate of sliced cow tongue in a vinegary sauce with "Russian salad" for a starter.
I love tongue, but I did not like this oily, squishy version that tasted mainly of the vinegar. I pushed my plate forward, inviting tastes. All but one declined. I was embarrassed when our terrific server came around and fetched the barely half-eaten dish.
The restaurant's name refers to the (flavors of the) Plata River estuary between Uruguay and Argentina. Both countries have large populations of Italian descent, so a good bit of pasta and pizza figures on the menu here. Only one pasta dish - a super-rich version of ravioli with bolognese sauce - made it to our table. Two friends shared a gigantic dish of grilled meats and cheese served over french fries. My entree was exceedingly fatty, exceedingly chewy short ribs served with a chimichurri sauce.
I asked the server what the rocks were about. She explained that they were actually fingers of someone reaching into the air while apparently drowning.
"But why?" I asked.
Sabores del Plata receives rave reviews nearly everywhere. I don't share those opinions, and my friends flat-out disliked it. Maybe I'll return when I'm craving sweetbreads.
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