Combining two great culinary traditions, as Williamsburg's Santos Anne does, can be dangerous. You have to balance conflicting agendas, be sensitive when shining the spotlight, ensure that large egos don't get bruised. It's like the cooking equivalent of a supergroup. Do it right, and you get The Dead Weather or The Postal Service. Do it wrong, and you wind up with three bassists of Freebass or the atrocity that was VH1's Damnocracy.