Patagonia — Restaurant in Mexico City

The Art of Ruining a Choripán—A Masterclass by Patagonia Parrilla de Campo”

Let’s get one thing straight: this is NOT Argentinian food. It’s an overpriced parody, a complete failure at even the basic principles of an Argentinian parrilla. And believe me, I know a thing or two about real choripanes.

I went on a Wednesday at 5 PM—the place was nearly empty. That should mean quick service, right? Wrong. It took them over 40 minutes to bring out three empanadas and two so-called ‘choripanes’—which were about as Argentinian as a microwaved hot dog.

First offense: the bread. Not marraqueta, not French bread, not even a decent attempt at a crusty roll. Instead, they used a generic, lifeless bun that had all the texture of a soggy napkin.

Second offense: the chorizo. If you’re going to mess up the bread, at least get the star of the show right. But no, the chorizo was completely flavorless—a tragic, overcooked tube of disappointment.

Third offense: the chimichurri. Now, I don’t know what they think chimichurri is, but what they served tasted like someone threw random herbs into vinegar and called it a day. Authentic chimichurri should be vibrant, garlicky, packed with parsley, oregano, and just the right kick of spice. This? This was an insult.

Oh, and just when I thought they couldn’t possibly fail harder, they served the choripán with French fries. Let that sink in. FRENCH FRIES. Because when you think of a classic choripán, your first thought is obviously, “You know what would make this better? Some soggy fries on the side.”

The atmosphere? A disaster. Sitting outside seemed like a good idea—until I realized I was trapped in a free saxophone concert. The music was loud enough to make me wonder if they were trying to drown out the sounds of customers complaining.

And the final insult? The server, after watching this culinary catastrophe unfold, had the nerve to ask, “Would you like to leave a tip?”

Here’s my tip: If you respect Argentinian food, DO NOT come here. If you’ve never had Argentinian food and are curious, still DO NOT come here, because this will ruin it for you.

Patagonia Parrilla de Campo is a masterclass in how NOT to make a choripán. Save your money. Save your taste buds. Go literally...

The last time I checked, this restaurant wasn't located in Paris, so why did I receive a Parisian-style treatment here? Isn't Mexico, especially this neighborhood, known for its friendly and attentive service? Unfortunately, the customer service at this establishment was far from that.

After being seated, it took 30 minutes before a waiter even approached us to take our order. We weren't informed that there were no physical menus available, only a QR code—which our table didn't have. It took another 10 minutes just to get the QR code, and an additional 20 minutes to place our order. When I pointed out the delay, the waiter offered a half-hearted apology, tinged with attitude. To top it off, the silverware was dirty, and we had to ask for clean ones.

What bothered me even more was noticing that other tables, particularly those with foreign guests, received noticeably better service. I hate to think that this might be another instance of favoritism based on foreign status or lighter skin, but it certainly felt that way. Is this another Sonora Grill situation? It's disheartening to see that classism and racism are still very real issues in CDMX and Mexico.

I want to remind the staff that the majority of your patrons are Mexicans who are supporting your business—so you need to step up! While the food wasn't bad, the overall experience was enough to deter me from returning. I encourage others to skip this place and look for a better dining option.

Whoever is running this establishment needs to either improve or let professionals take over. I sincerely hope things get...

A big letdown. My wife, daughter, and I all agreed that the value just wasn’t there. Based on the location, crowd, interior, Google reviews, and prices, our expectations were high. What we got, however, was one of the saddest meals of our entire trip—for 900 pesos.

Let’s start with the good. The bread with eggplant and pesto olive oil was outstanding. The atmosphere was lovely, and the service was good.

The main dishes, though, left a lot to be desired. First, they felt tiny for what we were paying, especially since this wasn’t some exclusive fine dining restaurant.

But more than that, the food quality itself was just average at best. My wife got the saddest-looking chicken cutlet and French fries I’ve ever seen. Everything looked dried out, there was little effort in presentation, and there weren’t even any sauces to go with it.

My daughter’s fettuccine Alfredo was marginally better, but it lacked sauciness, and the noodles were overcooked.

My chorizo and tomato sauce on French fries was perhaps the best of the three, but it felt more like an appetizer than a main dish.

Our cappuccino and Americano were also below Starbucks quality—and for me, that’s not a high bar.

I hate leaving a bad review. We really wanted to love this place, but we have to be honest—our dining experience here was...