Review: North Miami's Merkado 31 ceviches fall just short of its true potential.
This is a Pre-Covid review. Many restaurants have changed greatly since the pandemic.
Merkado 31
1127 NE 163rd Street
Miami Beach, Fl, 33162
The decor is modern but admirably modest: faux concrete tables, pale stone tiles with a bamboo fixture in the center. Warm toned recessed lighting contrasted pleasantly with the gray and tan shades, which only enhanced the vibrant colors of the dishes. The menu offers the usual items for Peruvian food in Miami, though at a lower price point.
Three ceviches were tasted: the Clásico, Mixto, and Mercadero. The Mercadero sauce was alluringly described as being made from small, potent red Peruvian chilies. Yet it was the ceviche mixto that bore a vibrant red color. What I presumed to be the Mercadero was in fact a creamy yellow. The Mixto and Mercadero's sauces followed the growing trend of being enriched with cream, serving to temper the acidity of the limes and carry fat soluble flavors. They were pleasant, but indistinguishable in flavor. The leaner clásico was assertive enough to compete with its fattier counterparts, and much lighter in texture.
Despite this, the fish used was in a grey area of freshness: still within a safe margin, but the subtle gaminess indicated that it was perhaps just a few minutes past its peak. Furthermore, it had been inconsistently and often jaggedly cut. There is an art to cutting any animal flesh. This is particularly important in ceviches, where consistent size ensures even penetration of the solidifying lime juice. Cutting across the muscle fiber cutting presents a tender mouth feel and prevents one ending up with fish threads between the teeth. Most disheartening, the fish had the unmistakeable dryness among its fibers that gave it away as being frozen for too long, or too agressively thawed.
A grilled corvina dish in chaufa sauce came after, and stole the show. It was perfectly crisped outside, lean and pleasingly chewy within, with no hint of the just past peak freshness that haunted the ceviche. The sauce was unnecessary. It seemed to be made from flour, and too much of it. The texture was similar to prepackaged sausage gravy at a diner; anonymously seasoned, and heavy as a brick.
Despite a few flaws, Mercado satisfies and is worth exploring.
Comments
Post a Comment