get over yourself. it's rare to find a place where you can pay money like you are in a high-end vegas steakhouse, but in a dining room that is more like a cracker barrel, yet with the pretension of some of your finer manhattan nightclubs. if that appeals to you then you will love la boca.
a steak and a side will easily set you back $40-$50 with no appetizers or drinks. this is not unlike other up-market steakhouses but most don't have the feel of casual dining. the cut of meat was quite good and the server was friendly. i ordered one of the specials and she said that the chef recommended the steak be prepared medium. why not medium rare? "because this particular piece of meat is better at medium." um, okay.
she then made a deal out of letting me pick my own steak knife from a special tray. this was silly. (ahh…. here is one with a bone handle. brings me back to my days in the favela in old sao paulo.) when the steak came i was presented with a board with three containers of steak sauce. one was "their version of a "churi-churi" sauce. the next was their version of a "chupi-chupi" sauce. and the third was their version of aoli, which is a more expensive way of saying "mayonnaise."
she didn't actually say, "chupi-chupi" and "churi-churi" but she may as well have because they were portuguese words that server with the neck tattoos likely hadn't ever heard of either before her first day of employment. i hadn't.
next she served me my side of seasoned fries in the trendy-15-minutes-ago paper cone. they were a little cold but when i asked for ketchup she gave me a little sad face and said, "i'm sorry, we don't serve ketchup." really? no ketchup for french fries? what if they put it in a little ramekin and said it was their version of "molho de tomate." would that be okay?
"is ketchup too déclassé for french fries" i asked.
"for our french fries." she said.
not having a bottle of ketchup in arestaurantthat serves french fries when you know that customers will ask for ketchup is saying, "hey jed clampett, put your rocking chair back on your car and drive over to wal-mart and get yourself some ketchup there. "
i suspect ms. neck tatoo and maybe even the great chef adolfo may not be opposed to ketchup on fries. but if you have it available for fries the next thing you know some dumb customer may have the actual nerve to bypass the perfectly good chuppi-chuppi, and, uh, mayonaisse, and put it on the steak and obviously that can't be tolerated.
i'm glad chef adolfo has high enough standards to keep us dummies from doing something so tacky and embarrassing ourselves.