I finally got around to going to this place. I want to shoot myself for having not done so before.
I ended up ordering the goat chili (because I am sucker goat anything, and I wanted something with protein).
This was probably one of the best breakfast dishes I have ever had. It combined the complexity of some of the best mole I have had, with the gaminess of goat (both in tender sausage chunks, and funky, creamy goat cheese), with the best flavors and textures of huevos rancheros, and a bit of Vietnamese hint with lime juice...
So many things about the dish have to be described as genius because of their subtlety. The bit of goat cheese accenting the chocolate of the chili, and the heat of the hot sauce. The wedge of lime, which, when squeezed into the chili, caused a mellifluous burst of flavors to effervesce from the concoction, the fatty, and funky flavors of the goat sausage (which one rarely sees anywhere)...and the perfectly poached egg, which was a complete surprise. It may have been the best surprise I have had in a long time. The gorgeous yolk erupting into the asphotic chili was so beautiful I almost cried.
The rice on the side was perfectly fluffy, and when piled in with the yolk, the chili, and some of the hot sauce was simply insane. Chocolatey, fatty, citrus hints, with that rich yolk, and fluffy rice; the interplay of textures, and flavors was off the charts.
I will be back to try the creme bruleé french toast, and...heck, probably everything else on the menu.
I am sure everyone is aware of this already, so just take it as a report that the place is still as good as ever for those who already know. But for me, I was expecting it to be good, even great, but for some reason I was not expecting it to be so mind-blowing. The place is so utterly unassuming that it doesn't prepare you for it. If this place existed in LA, it would be the talk of the town, celebrities would be dining there daily, and you'd have to wait an hour to get in.
My only "complaint" is that I wish they did dinner, too.