La Malquerida was built on the recipes our family carried up from the Pacific coast, the aguachiles, the ceviches, the salsas that only make sense with lime in your hand.

We opened the doors in Kennewick to give this town what it was missing: fresh seafood done honestly, a cold beer poured right, and a room that stays loud long after the plates are cleared.

“Paga un gusto de abrazos y el olvido no la Malquerida.”