I went for lunch today because of the Chronicle's article. I was looking for a small restaurant and I needed to be looking for La Chica minimart on the corner of Gault and West Anderson. This place is actually inside the minimart and only has six or so tables.
Leo greets you from behind the grill/counter. I'm not much of a tamale fan, so I ordered the daily special, turkey mole and a tamarind juice. (meal, drink, tax and tip came to $8)
I sat down at one of the small tables and listened in as Leo chatted up all her customers in Spanish. Apparently, I was the only non-regular and conversation flowed freely between her and all the tables.
My mole was a turkey leg (top part, not the kind at festivals) covered in a very dark mole sauce, spanish rice and black beans with crumbled white cheese and some homemade corn tortillas.
Mole sauce was ample and quite tasty. It was about the spicyest mole sauce I'd ever had, although it a deep, rich flavor with just a subtle hint of chocolate at the finish. Meat was nicely cooked, but when I asked for a knife (apparently, I was one of the first ever) after trying to cut it with my fork, i got a funny look and a scramble though the kitchen and a kitchen knife was produced...odd.
As I left, Leo made a point of coming around the counter and thanking me for trying her place out and invited me for the special tomorrow, grilled garlic talapia. Told her I actually was looking forward to Monday's special, grilled chile relleno, to which, she replied with a big smile, "I'll make you whatever you want, baby! My kitchen is yours!" Neat.
As I sit here with lips still tingling, I look forward to the next time.