My girlfriends and I ventured to ev for happy hour and while we left feeling satisfied, we also found that some of the dishes did not live up to our expectations. However, the good stuff was good enough to lure me back.
First, the good stuff:

Cabrito empanadas - yes, I ate baby goat. And it was delicious. The filling was meaty and flavorful, and the empanada was perfectly crisp and pillowy. The 4 empanadas are served on a bed of green olive salsa, and my friend who was with me doesn’t even eat olives, yet she loved it.

Confit duck leg – The duck was perfectly roasted, and it’s served on a bed of lentils and roasted grapes. Absolute perfection – the flavor was amazing in all aspects of this dish. Don’t be scared to try duck… it’s really light and sort of tastes like chicken (yep, I said it).

Formaggi assortment – Italian Robiola is like brie, which I despise, so I have to admit I didn’t try it. The white cheddar was hard and flaky like a good cheddar should be. The goat has an interesting rind on it, and was very tangy and flavorful. And how do you describe manchego? The texture is slightly more smooth than the cheddar, with a mild yet interesting flavor. The cheese plate comes with a cherry and Dijon tapenade and some pita wedges. Tasty.
And the plates I would not recommend:

Chorizo and fig filled chicken thighs – these sounded so wonderful… chorizo AND figs? It was really difficult to tell exactly what the chicken was stuffed with, as it tasted of neither chorizo nor figs. It just tasted like chicken.

Prosciutto Ravioli – The ravioli is topped with chimichurri, which was very tasty. But like the chicken thighs, the flavor of the filling just wasn’t really there. And as a lover of prosciutto, I was quite disappointed.

Beer Battered Tiger Shrimp – The smoked paprika aioli was delightful, but without it, this tasted like beer battered shrimp. Pretty boring.
Dessert? Yes please. We tried the Zeppole, which are basically Italian beignets served on chocolate sauce. They were fresh out of the fryer, dusted with powdered sugar. I can always eat fried dough. We also sampled the apple crostada, served with what I think was brown sugar ice cream. You will notice there’s no photo… that’s because we scarfed down this deliciousness before I had the camera ready.