This enchanting Latin restaurant
fittingly bears the nickname of co-owner Dunia Borga, whose extraordinary
pastry works grabbed all our attention the moment we set foot inside the
door.
An although the rest of the menu, crafted by Dunia's husband and partner,
Espartaco Borga, offered plenty of pleasures, we couldn't stop thinking
about dessert: A few step inside the stylish but warm room, we spotted the
table laden with Dunia's lavish sweets. The gorgeous Venezuelan chocolate
truffle cake and the Mexican-styled quatro leches cake, particularly, teased
us even as we swooned over appetizers and entrees.
At La Duni, the couple present compelling samples of cuisine from Spain,
Cuba and Central and South America, at breakfast, lunch and dinner.
We enjoyed the sampler plate, called platon campero, headlined by
queso fresco, a soft-but-strong white cheese that we scooped with crisp
tortilla chips with a fresh tomato salsa. We also like the patacones,
flat, round crackers made from pounded green plantain; these make a nice
foundation for the bits of tangy, marinated onion slices and any of Espartaco's
three fabulous mojos.
Said mojos are spooned onto any and all savory edibles. The orange one,
made with roasted red peppers, orange and chile flakes, had a tart finish,
while the green ones - made with cilantro and garlic or parsley and oregano,
respectively - added astoundingly fresh punch to meats, black beans and
tortillas.
Simple but exquisite was the pollo al ajibe, a roasted half-chicken
bathed in champagne and juices from green oranges. The lovely garlic rice
and black beans were perfection, but almost nothing was needed but the juicy
chicken. Easily as impressive was the grilled picanha steak, a somewhat
chewy but rustically wonderful cut of beef draped with parsley-oregano-garlic
mojo, also known as chimichurri. Sides of moist garlic rice and earthy
black beans were flawless.
Sitting on sumptuous leather banquettes, bathed in flickering candlelight
warmed further by walls painted butterscotch and glazed in mango, we could
have lingered well over three hours, grazing and sipping the minty mojitos.
But after dessert and cappuccinos, we could only summon strength to bid
La Duni buenas noches and roll ourselves home. |