I’d also recommend Etnico a little bit further up the road if you want Asian food in swank surrounds, or Galindo for typical Chilean fare (apparently one of Pablo Neruda’s old haunts when he lived up the road at la Chascona).

And the wine? Just goes to show that you should never drink Syrah from Chile (unless it is a very expensive one), they just don’t have the same body as an Australia shiraz. Never touch a Santa Emiliana syrah particularly, because even the non-corked bottles taste like vinegar. Casa Silva though, despite its unpretentious label, is always a good choice.

Finally, in the interests of accuracy on the internet, Como Agua Para Chocolate was a book prior to being a film, and I think the film came out sometime in the mid 1990s. Memorable for its portrayl of an outhouse toilet simultaneously combusting, a naked woman popping out and jumping on the back of a horse and riding off towards the horizon with some Mexican bandido. Random, but memorable.