A 50’s themed diner smack in the middle of Palermo Soho, the Yanquis are invading! Pastel blue colored booths, a non-functional jukebox and counter stools, Muu Lecheria (Armenia 1810) has the kitschy ambience down, but like many restaurants in the zone, the food ain’t good and the staff acts like they are doing you a favor for being there.
After spending quite a bit of time abroad, from time to time I crave many comfort-type foods like the great American diner. Now I know an Argie version probably won’t stand a chance to compare, but each time I spot one of these imitation places, I have a bit of hope that maybe it will satisfy the craving. This time, Muu Lecheria just didn’t cut it.. yet another one bites the dust.
Good concept, semi interesting menu, but yet again this restaurant is plagued by a familiar culprit: execution. I lunched on a Saturday – restaurant wasn’t particularly full but it took about 15 minutes for staff to notice my presence despite the fact I sat in front of 5 servers just standing at the bar chatting. That’s typical. I can let it slide. Although it’s hard to let go a big fat cara de culo attitude once I finally was acknowledged.
Wait 30 minutes longer and move on to the food. I ordered the Club Sandwich, triple-decker of bread, chicken, lettuce, tomato, ham, cheese, hard-boiled egg, and the sauce of the gods, Salsa Golf. What they brought me is pictured above, doesn’t it look appetizing? YUMM-O. There was no three story bread, just on good ole chino grocery store bread. I didn’t spot any chicken, but there were generous slices of cheap synthetic-tasting ham instead. It was drenched in salsa golf, which is just wrong no matter where you are from. And finally, the plate was served with a side of “coleslaw” salsa golffed out to the MAX. A real disaster. I told the server that I ordered the Club Sandwich, this is it? “Si, el Clúúúúb,” she snotted. I should have spoken up, I didn’t. I’m all talk. A massive pussy who hides behind my computer screen. And I didn’t want ass bread on my plate if I sent it back.
Muu offers about 7 different types of burgers (spelled Burguer on the menu) each named after icons of the time like Chubby Checker, Big Elvis, Doris Day, Marylin Monroe, etc, etc. Shown above is the Big Elvis, “cheddar cheese”, panceta, tomato, lettuce, onion, fried egg served roasted red pepper mayo and skinny fries on the side. The burger came cold and overdone, but had a nice round fried egg plopped on top. There’s potential here. Fries came out crispy, thin, tasty, Mc Donalds-esque, probably my favorite part of the meal, minus the dead flies in the ketchup holder. Extra protein.
Despite the overall experience, I’d still go back – try a 19 peso milk shake (that shit better be made of gold to cost what it does). I have read good things about this place, so maybe I experienced a bad day… or it’s like just all the other trendy Palermo Soho restaurants. Sucky.