There was a powerful smell of sewage that hit you the moment you entered the restaurant. And it wasn’t just a temporary problem, as it never went away over the 2 years I went there. After a few minutes, though, we would get used to it. The food wasn’t remarkable in any way, but the flan was as good as I’ve had anywhere. Dense and rich, almost chewy. I might have preferred a caramel sauce, but who can say anything bad about chocolate and whipped cream… or maraschino cherries?