got half a grilled chicken (photo above), a side of rice, a side of charro beans, five corn tortillas, two salsas, and a fountain drink for $14.99. The sides and salsas were munificent in size (dare I say, downright regio?). No wonder the place was full of construction workers (always a good sign) when I stopped in for lunch.
If eating raw metal is your thing, order one of the margaritas topped with gold or silver shavings (you can hold one with your pinky finger in the air while spouting "Let them eat tres leches cake.").
The gorgeous koko-like glamour shots of the dishes on their web page don't match the lack of glamour of the space. But when the food arrived, we were quickly reminded of the old adage "you can't judge a cookbook by its cover."
Food is food, but food is about more than food. There's place and presentation, history and memory, time and tradition, people and personality, comfort and novelty, expectation and surprise, bias and preference, foreplay and afterglow... Good eating is a complicated emotional event not wholly contained on the fork, between the chopsticks, or in the injera.
...the Mole Amarillo was above and beyond. Although described in the menu as a "light mole", it was flavorful, nuanced, and surprising.
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