because the interior of this restaurant looked cozy, the location is beverly hills and the reviews impeccable, i expected to be blown away by the tortilla soup i ordered at frida, like i was when i had my first spoon of sonora cafe's complex tastebud tickler - yet, frida disappointed. \r
there is no hostess station, so you just kind of walk in and wait awkwardly: we did luckily get a nice window seat, but the romance was disturbed by the blaring pop music that did not suit the idea of mexico nor frida kahlo. my tortilla soup tasted like melted pork rinds, instead of something resembling even the delicious soup i get at el cholo's. my shrimp ceviche felt like it was drenched in maggi sauce and my sangria was a bit on the fruit punchy side. i was not impressed after having passed this place numerous times and seeing it always busy. the price tag was kind of outrageous and the service was lackluster. it almost felt like there was a chef who designed a five star menu one day, but couldn't manage to follow through on the execution of his mind's plan. pass.
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