Thanks to the development of weapons, technology, and general cunning, humans long ago moved up the food chain from hunted to hunter, though we're still imminently vulnerable to sharks, and that damn shell game with the pea. For eats from some humans moving up the food chain of, um, food, hit Delicias Del Mundo
Started by two resto suppliers who decided to take a step up the ladder and become the very thing they most serve, DDM's an international tapas joint (also serving entrees) rocking a dark, old world ambiance thanks to a granite bar with copper inlays, rustic hardwood floors, wine barrels separating the bar area from the seating area, and a stucco wall with a Tuscan village mural, far preferable to the Tuscan Village People, in which every character is "Ferrari windbreaker dude". The international tapas contingent is repped by good ol' US Angus sliders, stuffed plantain cups with chicken in a Creole sauce (Cuba), conch fritters (Bahamas), and seafood and special herb cream sauce rolled inside a mini crepe (France), while the Spanish half boasts mussels in a spicy Iberian sauce; cod mousse rolled, breaded, and fried croquette-style; and boiled octopus with olive oil called Pulpo a la Gallega -- also Jacques Cousteau's favorite arcade game. Big boy entrees consist of some serious paella (big enough to serve two peeps) with prawns, scallops, calamari, mussels, etc; braised lamb shank simmered in roasted garlic & red wine; filet mignon topped w/ serrano, Manchego & 'shroom sauce; and a seafood stew from northeast Spain called Zarzuela, meaning "variety show", even though the stew contains no (Lawrence) whelk
Drink-wise, they've got a bunch of trusty standbys on tap, and their wines match the international-ness of the tapas, with Volteo Tempranillo from Spain and pinot noir from France called Fat Bastard, but what more obvious result is there from moving up the food chain?