The last time we were in this building it was a peaceful, relaxing
Italian restaurant. It’s been at least four years, but I couldn’t help
comparing the atmosphere now to what it was then. There used to be warm, cream-colored
walls covered with framed black-and-white pictures of Italian-American
celebrities. The photos are gone now; the walls are painted a nauseating shade
of green. And the noise level was what I’d expect from a high school cafeteria.
Memo to me: This may be the place to bring my grandsons. No one will notice
their racket.
I couldn’t fault the service. We were seated promptly and
our wait staff was friendly, helpful and efficient. My glass never made it to
half empty.
I’d come to Los Cucos hungry for mole sauce; the deep, rich
kind made with peanut butter, chilies and chocolate. If there was anything on
the menu served with mole, I never found it. Instead we opted for the Parilla
San Luis: a barbecue/fajita dish with sausages, chicken, beef carnitas, and
shrimp. The menu said, “for two,” but this easily could have fed three or four
hungry people.
We’d been meaning to visit this restaurant for some time, if
only to satisfy our curiosity. We found the food and service good, but
certainly not on the level with the Red Iguana. With so many tastier (and
quieter) choices nearby, we’re not likely to choose this spot again.
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