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Chez Coco got that kinda old-school charm that makes you wanna sit back, light up a fat cigar, and let the night roll slow. The terrace? Sweet as a Southern porch on a summer evening—ain’t many spots left where you can puff a good stogie while sippin’ on somethin’ cold. They even got a humidor stocked up, but lemme tell ya, them prices’ll make your wallet cry.
Now, the food? It’s solid, no doubt, but it ain't knock-you-off-your-feet good. We had the tortilla de patata and butifarra del perol—hearty, rich, a little rustic, just how it should be. The pan con tomate did its job, though I wouldn’t write home about it. The Stilton cheese salad brought a nice funk to the table, and that ensaladilla with salmon caviar had a lil’ pop of briny goodness. As for the mains, the herb-roasted chicken was tender, fragrant, but not exactly life-changing. The spicy tomato chicken packed a decent kick, though it left me wishin’ for a touch more soul. Ended it all with some whipped cream and vanilla, simple and sweet.
Service? Let’s just say they get you what you need, but don’t expect ‘em to tuck your napkin in. Chez Coco’s got style, got comfort, and sure as hell got cigars—but if you’re lookin’ for a meal to make you see the light, you might need to keep on walkin