I struggled a bit with structure here. Should I go best first or saved for last?! I didn't want people to fall asleep before the good part - but no one wants to end with a sputter either. Finally I decided the best way was to order the meals as they were eaten through a day - not necessarily by day mind you - but lunches (cause I had no fabulous breakfasts worth talking about), snacks, dinner, desserts. Let the highly professional (not) assessment of Cayo food offerings commence!
|Guava Chicken Wings|
|Port Loin Panini|
|Shrimp Wontons (what was left!)|
|Cookies, ice cream,|
"Cayo" Lime Pie
The "Cayo Lime Pie" - to freaking die for. Possibly the best I've had. The food was good at SIRH...but these desserts were phenomenal. Much more tart than I'm used too, but very well balanced with the creamy sweetness of the custard. Presentation was flawless - appearing that the little bits on the meringue had been set individually (and maybe there are). A quick note - I had a cookie on two occasions. The first was as described as follows - the second was likely cooked in the same batch; however two days of fridge time in between left it limp and tasting like a fridge...if the cookies aren't fresh - skip them and go with the Cayo Lime Pie; however if the cookies are fresh, be prepared...you life...is about to change.
Perfect chocolate chip cookie. I thought it a thing of myth and legend. After SIRH I believe it possible...not yet achieved, but a possibility that is attainable in my lifetime. This cookie was firm and stood solid when held out, but gave way to a bite like soft warm butter with a firm outer shell. It was moist and giving, yet the sugar was so plentiful it had crusted on the outside like an armour (that is how the rest of the world spells "armor" for my American friends) of love crystals. Surely the rest of the people in the restaurant thought I was getting "extra special" under the table style attention as I involuntarily shifted and "oh'd" as I ate this bit of love crafted just for me. I assure you I wasn't getting any such attention. So why was the cookie not perfect? Simple...it wasn't as big as the table.