I’ve been dining on a lot of ceviche lately; and I am not complaining in the least as every cell of my being is quite aware of my need for some lean proteins and citrusy yet-slightly-leche-ified light fare to compliment the ridiculous amount of fourme d’ambert and aioli-laden cheeseburgers which have become a nightly work week staple.
If there ever was a run-on sentence, look above.
Andina is arguably one of Portland’s most popular and renown restaurants; one which has been mentioned many times prior on this blog whether for it’s for some delightful 5pm Pisco Sours, succulent chunks of beef hearts, or tangy Ceviche de Pescado.
While I absolutely adore Andina, it is thankfully not the only jaunt in Portland to wine and dine on exquisite Peruvian fare. (And I say thankfully, because a last minute Saturday night reservation is about as likely as me suggesting Applebees as a Happy Hour option).
Last Saturday night was such a night, a night when Yurop and Naz had mad cravings for Causa (since they’re both potato champions obviously), and me for a healthy helping of ceviche. Luckily, our Peruvian friend Manuel had once recommended to us Limo, a homely and candlelit hideaway right off of NW 23rd street
As is typical when the three of us dine together; we ordered just about everything on the small plates menu:
Beef heart skewers marinated in Panca chili, black mint and spices. Served with Peruvian corn, golden potatoes, and drizzled with anticucho sauce. Dare I say, I may even prefer these over Andina’s beef heart skewers
From back to front: Causa (Potato mashed with lime juice, Aji Amarillo chili and spices) topped with sauteed mushrooms, ginger cream, avocado, and hardboiled egg; Causa topped with crab salad, avocado, hardboiled egg, and a fried shrimp
The crab salad was a tad too “mayonnaisey” and thus reminded me of the serf of all “salads”: Potato Salad. However, the one with the mushrooms had an embraceable blend of umami and creamy while coaxing an alluring breed of Japanese fusion out of this traditional Peruvian dish. Funny, because Manuel’s girlfriend, aka my good friend, Madoka happens to be Japanese…I’m sure they just adore causa.
Overall, was a very satisfying meal. Nothing was too rich (besides the empanadas and crab-ified causa), and I imagined that my skin was probably glowing a tinge more radiantly thanks to the omega-3s, vegetables, and ceviche.
While I do still adore Andina, this place will also have my business in the future depending on the mood du jour to accompany my frequent leche de tigre cravings.
Oh; and how can I forget- Naz and I being the sugar mamas we are ordered dessert (Yurop had coffee because he finds dessert superfluous):
No-brainer: Cheesecake with passion fruit compote…hate to admit it, but this definitely one-upped the Laurelhurst Market dulce de leche cheesecake from the week before. Especially with that passion fruit coulis…kept me licking the fork prongs, that’s for sure
How much would you have to be paid to eat a fried stick of butter?
Who/what category of people are you the shyest around?
What routine part of your day to you look forward to the most?