Our meal at Ceron Kitchen began with a complimentary amuse-bouche. Served in a soft-boiled egg cup, the server described the pale orange liquid as butternut squash soup. It tasted like a viscous, overly sweet, macaroni and cheese milkshake. Our mouths weren’t amused. It was an unpleasant start to a birthday celebration that continued, course after course, on a downward spiral. Located on Webster Street, on the sleepier retail side of Alameda, the team behind Ceron Kitchen has resuscitated a hospitality vibe reminiscent of a Club Med.