Lucky 13

Almost everything is engaging at Trece

It's hard to get used to the 4513 Travis St. address in this guise. Its predecessor Sipango was a temple of boho chic, a hall of used brick and mortar grit softened by dense nicotine cumulus roiling in the bar. The Cal-Ital cuisine, dispensed from a semi-open kitchen with a wood-burning pizza kiln, was served on white tablecloths. In the bar, drink specials were scrawled on a blackboard near the stage from which live pseudo jazz spilled. More bars popped out of the woodwork and up from the ground: Rio Room, a dance club; and Sellar, a subterranean private club fashioned out of discarded trendy furniture, further adding to the stylized grit. Granted, the grit part of this equation overcame the trendy ambiance near the end, what with the attempted clumsy comeback of founding chef Matthew Antonovich and the lawsuit and bankruptcy.

On the other hand, maybe it isn't that hard to get used to the new space.

Trece, Spanish for 13, plays off this 4513 address. In an industry where beating back bad luck is all-consuming, it takes guts to select a restaurant name reminiscent of the Jason-in-a-hockey-mask slasher franchise, even if it is in Spanish. And the number 13 is repeatedly referenced. Press materials state that chef Amador Mora's tasty Trece tortilla soup is a composition of 13 ingredients. His lobster mango margarita is shaken 13 times--ballsy, mixing tequila with the number 13.

Triskaidekaphobics--that's people afraid of the number 
13--could find their cure waiting on Trece's menu.
Tom Jenkins
Triskaidekaphobics--that's people afraid of the number 13--could find their cure waiting on Trece's menu.

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Trece Mexican Kitchen & Tequila Lounge

4513 Travis St.
Dallas, TX 75205

Category: Bars and Clubs

Region: Park Cities

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Tortilla soup $9

Tableside guacamole $11

Lobster margarita $13

Gazpacho $7

Caesar $9

Alaskan halibut $27

Beef tenderloin steak $32

Chicken skewer $16

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Former Sfuzzi executive Robert Colombo and partners Billy Solomon and pro golfer Tommy Armour III have plastered over this address' former shabby chic with a trendy gloss. Decor is so hip and subtly frothy that press materials describe accents in terms of soft chocolate, espresso and latte. You'd think they were pushing caffeinated rushes instead of agave buzzes. (There is a thing called a Stodg-a-Rita with a splash of Red Bull, though). Skeleton figurines are tucked behind banquettes and in alcoves, ostensibly evocative of the Dia de los Muertos ("Day of the Dead") celebrations of the deceased that began in Aztec Mexico, though they might also serve as a warning against attempting 13 tequila shots.

Perhaps the most potent distillation of Trece ambiance is the glassed-in patio that juts out onto the Travis Street sidewalk. There you can watch a procession of German driving machines intermittently interrupted by fashionable British SUVs string out in front of the valet perch.

Out spill 20-somethings snapping flip-flops, the casually primped middle-aged women out for female bonding and the stray gray-haired executive with the girl in a slinky black cocktail dress and strappy heels who doesn't look a day over his shoe size.

This glass cage is great fun. It's a luxury skybox designed for the only game worthy of attentive play-by-play viewing: voyeurism. And if the game slips--not likely--there are always the tiny plasma screens above, where you can pick up a few hands of Texas hold 'em or maybe a linebacker profile.

Trece serves "high" Mexican cuisine. You can tease this out from the server banter: "From the menu I recommend the Alaskan halibut. Papita means pumpkin seeds. It's very good. I recommend that." The servers seem to start and end their suggestions with "I recommend," which must be some sort of subliminal messaging.

"May I suggest to bring the guacamole chef to prepare you fresh guacamole tableside?" It's rare that a restaurant trundles out a guacamole chef. Trece has three. Maybe it needs 10 more to keep pace with the 13 lobster mango margarita shakes. On a cart sits a bright orange bowl filled with dark green avocados. Once the cart and chef assume the guacamole deployment position, the chef removes this bowl, although this seems a ritual, as chopped avocado has already been prepped. The guac is customized with cilantro, serrano and habanero peppers, roasted onions, roasted tomatoes, lime and garlic. Notice this: the onions and the tomatoes are roasted instead of raw. Mora, a Mansion on Turtle Creek alum, says he prefers roasted or grilled to raw vegetables because the concentrated flavors are more compelling. The guac bears this out. It's a brooding lumpy stew with layers of brisk flavor threaded with smoke--perfect for the thick, timber-like house-made chips.

He uses grilled green tomatoes in his gazpacho, which is also lumpy from cucumber and crabmeat. Treated with yellow beads of corn milk over the green surface, the cool soup is thick and hearty, unraveling in layer upon layer of sweet and brisk flavors.

Mora also plays with fruits. "In Mexico, years ago, nobody cooked with fruits," he says. "It's always been chilis, always been onions and avocados...Nobody believes in sweet fruit with fish." Sure, they played with limes. But nobody teases fish with fruit like Mora does. Alaskan halibut is treated with a tangerine hoja santa sauce--a blend of tangerine juice, lime, serrano chili, lemongrass, shallots and cilantro brought to a quick boil. Mora soaks the fish in the sauce and then removes it, allowing the sauce to be absorbed by the fish flakes. Crusted in pumpkin seeds, the fish is remarkably moist with a clean slate of flavors overflowing with balance--mild acids playing off mild richness.

An odd example of Mora's resistance to raw vegetables shows up in his beef tenderloin. The thick tenderloin rests on a fried green tomato. There's a side bowl of smooth béarnaise sauce and a side of sopa seca--toasted pasta reanimated in a simmered chicken consommé with garlic, olive oil, onions and zucchini. Raw red and gold cherry tomatoes plus a sprig of thyme are added. The dish is delicious. The tenderloin is charred into crisp black coat which seals a rich, though not copiously juicy, fleshy rose. But that fried tomato makes the dish busy.

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