By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
By City of Ate
By Scott Reitz
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
Squeezie's closed a couple of years after my first visit. Maybe it suffered from its location, where the only draws were redwoods and a nude beach with steep riverbanks and virulent poison oak. Or maybe the wine incessantly splashed into those little tasting glasses cumulatively forged a torrent of red ink. Hard to say.
But Squeezie's came to mind on my first visit to La Duni Latin Café. La Duni's wine list catalogs some 89 wines, all of them from Spain or South America and all of them available in more ways than you can order a diversion at a cathouse. They'll serve your wine by the half-glass, by the glass, by the half-bottle, by the bottle. Hell, they'd probably pour some in your radiator if you asked them.
4620 McKinney Ave.
Dallas, TX 75205
Region: Park Cities
Pork over beans and rice: $9.75
Chicken salad: $7.75
Tomato salad: $5.75
Grilled picanha steak with rice: $16.75
Chicken enchiladas: $6.75
Pork sandwich: $8.95
Pecan roll: $4.75
Milk cake: $5.25
But as it happens when consumer choices exceed the brain's capacity for decision making, we found ourselves in a wine pickle with the choice hinging on a Catena melbec from Argentina and a Lorinon Rioja from Spain. Surprisingly, the servers didn't try to nudge us toward a decision. Instead, they brought the two bottles plus another Argentinean melbec and an additional Rioja not yet on the list. The wine bottles were followed by four tasting glasses, and a little wine was splashed into each of them.
Once we decided, our selections were brought to the table in decanters. Just enough was poured from the decanter to give the glass ample headroom for effective bouquet absorption. This is wine service that even a social-climbing Labatts Blue lover could understand: casual enough to keep the prigs sheered and graciously adept enough to nudge the wine bashful into vino bumptiousness.
In addition to reds, the list contains whites, sparklers and rosés with prices ranging from $14.50 to $80, although there is a Spanish Condado de Haza tampranillo that goes for $0, which either means La Duni will go the way of Squeezie's, or it will set up a nudist beach near Turtle Creek. Hard to say.
La Duni's cuisine for the most part keeps up with the wine list. The obligatory basket of complimentary chips is filled with housemade renditions in two colors: blond and Day-Glo orange. These crisp well-seasoned chips come with salsa, and La Duni does that one better and throws in a trio of spoonable mojos: a zesty cilantro-infested chimichurri from Argentina; a mojo verde slapped together with cilantro, olive oil, garlic and citrus juices; and a neon orange mojo rojo composed of roasted pimento and chili flakes with citrus. Each sauce is blindingly fresh and mild.
Appetizers maintained the same timbre, though the portions were sometimes stingy. Provoleta, an Argentinean dalliance consisting of a provolone wedge that's grilled and drizzled with olive oil and herbs, was delicious and chewy in the way that only fire-hardened cheese can be. But it seemed awfully skimpy chew for six bucks and a quarter.
A more gripping pre-entrée treat is the patacon de oriente, an exhibit from Colombia. The foundation of this bit of rustic wizardry is the green plantain, which is cooked and mashed. The resulting substance is then put into a tortilla press and flattened into discs that are dipped into a mixture of water, garlic and salt before they're fried. The resultant crude Frisbee is topped with black beans, shredded beef, cheese, tomato and pickled onions. The flavors are full and varied with tender moist beef shreds and firm tender black beans fighting with the plantains for dominance.
La Duni's salads waver a bit. Ensalada de tomate con aguacate, sort of an Argentinean insalata ala caprese sans the mozzarella plus some aromatic perversions, consists of sliced tomato, grilled purple onion and mashed avocado splashed with a warm balsamic vinaigrette. The tomato slices were beautiful to leer at and juicy, too, but they were nearly void of flavor.
Ensalada de pollo asado a la menta-limon, a Mexican flourish, was much better. Strips of moist grilled chicken blasting with smoky flavor were tangled in a bed of mixed lettuces sewn with thin tortilla strips and buttoned with diced roasted tomato, avocado and onions all doused with a balsamic citrus mint vinaigrette. The salad was abundant, crisp and nattily dressed.
La Duni is, too. Couched in the former Anzu space on McKinney Avenue, La Duni represents owner Espartaco Borga's quest to craft a Latin brasserie with homey vittles from Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Venezuela, Colombia, Mexico and Cuba. "I wish I had invented any of this stuff, but I did not," Borga says. "All of these dishes are food that you would find at home in South America." Borga, the co-founder of the ZuZu Handmade Mexican Food chain, named his restaurant after his wife, Dunia, the restaurant's pastry chef. He says the custom in South America is to name significant homesteads after the lady of the house, a practice that must make divorce lawyering a sport requiring protective headgear and bulletproof groin cups.