Sabor Private Kitchen

I wanted to give them 5 stars, but the service was just too overbearing.
J and I were browsing around 8^th ave for a quick bite. I was stopped by these food porn right by the window. Then out of nowhere we were ambushed by the passionate business owner of this peruvian/​chinese establishment. Normally I would have bolted but the pictures looked too good to pass up. When we walked in, there was NOBODY on a Saturday evening. Excluding J and I, there was the owner/​waiter, his daughter and their trusty waitstaff in the restaurant. The décor felt like an odd diner from the 90’s. They have paper sheets of each zodiac (the ones you find in a chinese takeout joint) acting as place mats. I kept telling myself to keep an open mind.
The restaurant didn’t look like it will last long on this strip. It’s a Peruvian/​Chinese restaurant in a neighborhood saturated by Chinese people that mostly dine in other asian restaurants. Sabor is too covered up by their signs of menu item to let in any natural light. Their menu consisted mainly of peruvian dishes, yet they serve fried chicken wings with frozen fries and bubble teas.
When it finally came to ordering, the owner waited on us. He gave us recommendations to their famous black ink squid fried rice and stewed ox tail along with his whole journey of getting to the states, his struggle to finish his degree, and an update on his daughter’s career choices. The whole dinner we were listening to Elvis Presley on their KTV and him talking.
I would honestly eat bowls and bowls of that stewed ox tail. The texture to those potatoes and carrots were just right. However, their squid in the fried rice was a little on the tough side. It felt like chewing on rubber bands. We ate the rice but had to pick out the squids. We also ordered a piña colada. It tasted like any other piña colada but the owner claims that the coconut cream used was derived from this tiny bottle, which cost 5.50 and could only be used for two drinks.
After the dinner, the cheery owner urged us to try their state of the art KTV system. Mind you, the system was very basic with two speakers and one sub-​woofer. We politely declined. But the daughter decided to be DJ of the night and started blasting this old cantopop song. I thought it was weird that the song being played was by the same singer whom we discussed with her father during a conversation about the songs our mother would play. She wasn’t present at the time of the conversation so either her father made her play that song or she had us bugged. When we were about to leave, the entire staff along with the owner gave us this farewell that was equivalent to a fanfare for those heroes that were off to slay the dragon. All in all, the dinner was plain awkward. I would probably order delivery from the place. As for dining in, once was more than enough.