Je N

3 weeks ago

"This place never miss!!! My 5 yr old hates takeout-- even mcdonald's... so its fair to say she's a picky eater. But when it comes to don ceviche, we love it! Our go to is the combo lima. Always fresh, always consistent. I usually call for takeout, they ALWAYS answer and get it right each time. Literally no complaints. This place is a gem that you can always count on."

Jasmine Jenkins Pessoa

a month ago

"Love their half chicken with 2 sides I always choose rice n salad but you can get beans fries etc"

Katy

a month ago

"Consistently excellent seafood & dishes to choose. A must-visit every time you’re in the area and fancy something tasty, great value & spicy!"

Angie Martinez

3 months ago

"Terrible experiencia! Prácticamente te obligan a dejar propina cuando es una máquina de AUTOSERVICIO, muy independiente de que si la comida es buena. Esto es un abuso! I asked if I could pay with Apple Pay, and the cashier said no. He told me that if I wanted to pay by card, I had to order through the self-service machine. That machine then asks for a tip, even though there is no service at all. It’s just a sneaky way to take more money from customers. Very dishonest business practice. I will never come back."

maciek macak

5 months ago

"Don Ceviche at Essex Market: A Love Letter with Conditions (Corn Redemption + Tiger’s Roar Edition) Waltzed into Don Ceviche expecting seafood enlightenment. Left with a ceviche that’s still in therapy. Ordered the mixed ceviche with a side hustle of fried calamari and a purple corn juice that looked like it could headline a goth kombucha rave. First sip of the juice, majestic. Hibiscus vibes with a confidence that says “I meditate, but I also party.” The ceviche? Mixed, both emotionally and literally. Came with two types of corn: the white kind was good, clean, bright, behaving itself. Then its hardened cousin showed up, dried? Roasted? Just hard and chalky enough to make me check if I still had dental coverage. A real distraction from an otherwise solid dish. What truly held the plate together was the leche de tigre. An impeccably bold trifecta of acidity, spices and heat—sharp enough to wake your palate, complex enough to make you pause mid-bite and reassess your life choices. It’s the kind of zing that doesn’t shout, it smolders. The calamari? Like a rom-com supporting character, doesn’t demand attention but ends up stealing the show. Crispy, tender, and suspiciously perfect. The service? So forgettable I briefly wondered if the register was run by AI. (No offense, I’d never ghost you like that.) Seating is upstairs. Would I return? Yes. I’m emotionally invested and curious, hoping that next time, the ceviche shows up with less corn, more seafood and the same thrilling tiger’s milk energy."