
I celebrated my birthday on three different days this year, and I still have one more to go.
#1: Dinner with pals at May St. Cafe, Friday, September 18th. May St. was ok. I had been driving past it for years and wanted to go ever since I read a review about their pumpkin flan. When trying to figure out what I wanted to do for my special day (the first of four)I thought it'd be a great opportunity to check it out. I went to the
website and looked at several of the pictures. It didn't look special, and the presentation seemed a little sloppy and busy, and some really pretentious, but I had been wanting to go for so long and presentation is only a small part of the overall experience.
While we were waiting for everyone, the server brought us these tiny little escargot in a quiche-like pastry thing, they were pretty good. I'd never had escargot before, but I would have it again, thank you May Street Cafe. Then we ordered some appetizers, brie & pear quesadillas are really great. The guacamole was also good and they kept the chips coming for the rest of the night. ;)
Vero, Mando and I had the Special which was a Great Lakes white fish with plantain chip, sweet mashed potatoes, and roasted veggies. First the fish portion was tiny, so they tried to make up for it was a hodgepodge of stuff. The plate was overall too busy. It was ok, slightly overcooked, but nothing was bad and it was fine. The picture I have was blurry, but you'll at least see what I mean by too busy and messy presentation.

Ken and Steven both had the Wild Alaskan Salmon, and again, too small of a portion and busy ass mess. Taste was good, but nothing to die for.

Baby had this rice dish with scallops and shrimp in a coconut milk and served in a hallowed out pineapple. This dish took the prize for most flamboyant presentation. Very much like the bad joke my mom likes to tell about why the fruits don't like to invite the pineapple because she's conceited and always shows up with that ridiculous bow on top of her head. This cracks her up, and it finally made sense.

Julio and Arturo had the chicken fajitas. I didn't try them, but its hard to fuck up chicken fajitas. I suspect they were delicious.

Carla, by far, had the best entree that I tasted. I tried most everyone's entrees. That pork was to die for and Carla put it down. It was also the best presented dish, which considering the hot messes we ate, isn't saying much.



The desserts were the highlight of the night for me. First of all, they brought me a chocolate budino-like cake with vanilla ice cream and "Happy Birthday" written in chocolate and caramel. Delicious!

There was a mango flan, and a guava flan, and more chocolate cake. I busted out the champagne for desert. There's no other way to have it.

