I include this ceviche largely for completeness:

If you’re ever at a wedding in Santa Fe and a caterer offers you a shot glass of ceviche as an hors d’oeuvre, I’m going to advise against taking it because a) it was kind of bland, b) I’ve really decided that a big part of the appeal of ceviche for me is the contrast between the crunch of the chip and the squish of the seafood and the shot glass lacks that contrast, and c) it was probably what gave me the mild food poisoning that kept me up half the night with unpleasant bodily functions.