Asi Es Mi Tierra: Pass the Ceviche
Seafood is the star attraction at this Peruvian restaurant.
Reviewed By Todd Kliman
Asi Es Mi Tierra’s ceviche with fish, scallops, octopus, and squid is a standout among the starters. Photographs by Scott Suchman.
Comments () | Published May 1, 2013

Asi Es Mi Tierra
Address: 2559 Ennalls Ave., Wheaton, MD 20902
Phone: 301-942-2842
Neighborhood: Wheaton
Cuisines: Peruvian
Opening Hours: Sunday through Thursday, 8 to 10; Friday and Saturday, 8 to 2.
Nearby Metro Stops: Wheaton

Asi Es Mi Tierra is housed in a Wheaton strip mall alongside three more Peruvian restaurants. The others are devoted to the spit-roasted chicken known as pollo a la brasa and, as such, possess an enormous advantage: They produce an irresistible charcoal smoke that billows over the shops and transforms an otherwise quiet street into a jumping block party. How does a full-service restaurant compete?

Credit a menu as comprehensive as an encyclopedia, portions that will carry you through to your next meal, and a strategy that recalls Muhammad Ali’s famously counterintuitive rope-a-dope.

Monday through Thursday, Asi Es Mi Tierra operates almost at half speed, apparently having decided to concede the workaday hordes to its chicken-chopping competitors; on weekends, however, the place changes. I dropped in on an otherwise quiet Sunday morning and would have sworn I’d wandered into a Saturday-night house party. The sound system was pumping, one of the owners greeted us at the door with an outstretched hand, and our server had the solicitousness of someone who insists you join him and his family for dinner when you’re traveling abroad.

The cooking, too, was better—with the bright freshness that’s a hallmark of the best Peruvian restaurants and can make you think the cuisine belongs to a different continent altogether.

Pan con chicharrón.

Because it relies more on seafood than on meat, Peruvian cooking tends to be lighter than its heartier cousins. Its spit-roasted chicken notwithstanding, spicing is subtle. The appeal of the cuisine is simplicity and vividness—its ingenious variations on the potato, say, such as the excellent papa rellena ($6) you’ll find here (imagine mashed potatoes molded around a beef stew made vibrant with olives and hard-boiled egg, then deep-fried) or its sparkling treatments of lime-marinated fish.

Skipping the ceviche at a Peruvian restaurant is like skipping the mussels at a Belgian place, and the two versions here—one with fish, the other with fish, scallops, octopus, and shrimp ($9.95 and $11.95)—avoid the mouth-puckering tartness and mealiness that sometimes result from over-marination.

The dish nearly every table gets is the asi es mi tierra ($29.95)—three portions’ worth of fried calamari, shrimp, and mussels buried under a heap of marinated onions, with a side of ceviche to keep all that fry from weighing you down.

The kitchen doles out those lime-marinated onions the way some Mexican restaurants dollop sour cream. They’re the crowning touch on the pan con chicharrón ($7.50), adding crunch and acidity to a pile of roast pork and cinnamony sweet potatoes stuffed into an airy roll. In the local sandwich pantheon, it stands alongside Mangialardo and Sons’ G Man and Bánh Mì DC Sandwich’s combo #1.

For the most part, however, sticking to seafood is as important a rule of thumb as going on weekends. The grilled beef hearts called anticuchos ($24.95) turned up dry; a chicken Milanesa ($11.95) was thick and bready. Twice I tried to order the aji de gallina ($9.95)—shredded chicken in egg, garlic, and white wine—and twice the kitchen had run out of it. I succeeded, however, with two dishes that owe their origins to the Chinese influence in Peru: an addictive soy-spiked fried rice with beef ($11.95) and a good lomo saltado la criolla ($10.95), stir-fried skirt steak, onions, and peppers over French fries.

Save room for the finish. There are good alfajores ($1.90 each)—shortbread cookies filled with dulce de leche—and picarones (four for $4), pumpkin doughnuts with an anise-flavored sauce. But the must-order is the mazzamorra morada ($3), a confection of sweetened rice and purple corn that tastes all at once like a rice pudding, a sticky toffee pudding, and a Christmas fruitcake with brandy. It’s as rare a find in this area as pan con chicharron and, all by itself, enough of a reason to forgo those glorious spit-roasted chickens from time to time.

Mixta plate.

This article appears in the May 2013 issue of The Washingtonian.

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  • domyweb

    Octopus is great

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