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Our waiter came to the table and began speaking in a foreign tongue. Granted, we were at La Dorada, a Spanish seafood establishment with a predominantly Hispanic clientele. But one would think that when management determines the language to be spoken by employees, a restaurant's country of residence would take precedence over the ethnicity of its cuisine. Not everyone does think this way, though, as evidenced by reproachful letters to New Times when Jen Karetnik voiced a similar opinion in her review of La Dorada nine years ago -- and by management's decision to continue conversing in Spanish. In any event, when our puzzled countenances registered with the waiter, he immediately and fluidly switched to English. Fair enough.
I am more capable of comprehending Spanish in written form, so translating the menu was somewhat smoother sailing. Still, it was difficult to distinguish between categories of courses. For instance, was a $32 order of langoustines from San Lucar, Cádiz, meant to be an exotic starter or a modestly portioned entrée? Our waiter, who conveyed the proud bearing of a butler, offered his aid. He suggested a minisampling of three grilled shellfish: those effusively rich langoustines; scarlet-hue king prawns called carabineros ($34); and supersweet deep-sea lobster (cigales) from Motril ($38). Half of this, half of this, a little of this, he said, pointing to the items while speaking rapidly. Each of the three he selected was $30-plus for a full order, so I expected the plate would prove pricey, but along the lines of $45 to $50, not -- as it ended up costing -- $72. Turned out we were served a full order of the cigales.
I don't approve of such disingenuous tactics, but no one could deny that these garlicky crustaceans were delicately flavored and deliriously delicious. The reason La Dorada has been a mainstay of Giralda Avenue for nearly a dozen years is the availability and quality of such exceptional exotic seafood. Thrice weekly the restaurant places an order to the port city of Malaga at 11:15 p.m. (5:15 a.m. in Spain, when the fish market opens). The fish are then flown from those docks to Madrid, and a connecting flight lands them in Miami the same day. Specialties from the Mediterranean coast include merluza (hake), urta (red-band bream), lubina (striped sea bass), navajas (razor clams), cuttlefish (calamari-like), and dorada (royal sea bream, so named because of a golden crescent between the eyes).
177 Giralda Ave.
Coral Gables, FL 33134
Region: Coral Gables/South Miami
Although airplane is the preferred mode of transport for the fish, La Dorada's two stories of multiple mustard-color dining rooms are uniformly decked out in a decidedly nautical décor -- a ship's steering wheel, bells, porthole mirrors, and a bounty of brass and wood appointments that conspire to emulate a turn-of-the-century ocean liner (which becomes a love boat every Friday and Saturday evening when a pianist performs romantic ballads). This is all a far cry from owner Felix Cabeza Jr.'s first restaurant, which he opened 45 years ago just off the beach in the small fishing village of Carihuela, Malaga. Cabeza's entrepreneurial spirit led to dining establishments in Seville, Barcelona, Madrid, Morocco, Paris, and, in 1996, Coral Gables. With many appetizers $18 and up, and entrées $30 to $40-plus, La Dorada might be considered the world's most expensive chain restaurant.
A complimentary basket of Catalan pan con tomate -- long, narrow pieces of toast rubbed with garlic and tomato -- arrives before dinner. So does a plate containing tiny pellets of bacalao fritters and a dish of garlic aioli. Both brought us onboard in buoyant fashion.
When cooking seafood of unimpeachable quality, one must do as little as possible to detract from the natural flavors. That Dorada understands this point is evident in appetizers such as razor clams unobtrusively spruced with an infusion of olive oil, parsley, and garlic; meaty steamed clams lightly lifted by garlic, parsley, and a hint of anise; fresh cured anchovy fillets pooled in nothing but a simple tomato coulis; and little triangular wedge shell clams (coquinas) tendered with just a touch of extra-virgin olive oil. Baby Bilbaína eels are also prepared in an uncomplicated manner -- the $90 price a reflection of this Basque delicacy's iconic status in the food world.
The deep fryer is to Andalusia what the barbecue grill is to America. Indeed it has been said that an Andalusian can fry air. Dorada's cooks confirm this proverb via golden, greaseless renditions of fried fresh anchovies (boquerones); whole baby squid; and wisps of baby whitefish (chanquetes), which in Spain are eaten in much the same spirit as potato chips are here -- except with aioli rather than onion dip.
The signature entrée (for two) is pescado a la sal, in which the fish you choose gets baked in a solid sea salt crust, cracked and filleted tableside, and served with extra-virgin olive oil, fresh garlic, and homemade mayonnaise. We selected the restaurant's namesake fish, a saltwater specimen whose white, moist, mildly sweet flesh boasted buttery, slightly nutty accents. The same sea bream ordered with "warm sizzling garlic and sherry vinegar" brought a drier, blander result -- no warmth, no sizzle, no vinegary tang. And rather than crisp, the dorada's skin, which is known to be especially flavorful, comes in a soft, steamed state here. Preparing things simply needn't mean precluding finesse.