I've had mondongo soup before, and though it's an acquired taste, I liked it. The vegetables and herbs combined with the fibrous stomach lining of the animal harvested for this purpose. I truly enjoyed it, and I'm not afraid to admit it. In North America, we're a bit squeamish about eating certain parts of an animal, especially those that remind us that we're eating an animal.
I ordered mondongo soup from this place, and though a delectable gustatory time was promised, it was not delivered. The mode of preparation was not what I expected. No yucca and no meaty chunks of stomach tripe goodness for me to sink my teeth into. It also had an exotic flavour that I could not really identify but might've been the taste of pork meat. In a different region of the caribbean, I might've had the beef variety in the past. So, it seems my lack of enthusiasm for the soup was not the fault of the restaurant but of my own expectations and culinary accent.
Although, I was a little disappointed with the soup, I enjoyed the look of the place with its kitsch industrial retro-futuristic look. That was worth the experience.
