Hi,
I was way down on 117th and Pulaski on Friday morning and after finishing my errand and passing dozens of taco joints, I found myself thoroughly craving a proper Mexican breakfast. By that I mean eggs in some fashion with rice, beans and tortillas. As I headed back north on Pulaski toward the 55 my eyes scanned both sides of the street for a Mexican restaurant. I passed the taco joints and multiple mariscos places, but none of those were yet open. I passed family style restaurants (one proclaiming it served an Irish breakfast, intriguing but not what I was after) and even a Huck Finn doughnuts, but I continued on. I was about to give up hope and then right around 52nd street I saw a restaurant with a shiny sign with a cactus on it--in a flash I also saw Mexican and Family Restaurant. As I pulled in it struck me that it looked a whole lot like a Mexican Denny's and that was not in any way encouraging but at that point I was so hungry that I didn't really care.
When I stepped in the doors I was overcome with the feeling that everything was going to be just fine as it smelled like real Mexican cooking_ garlic and onions and tomatoes and chicken broth, just that warm smell of an active, lively kitchen. The decor was schmaltzy ranchero/patio style but it smelled so good, I didn't even blink.
The menu only listed 5 breakfast platters: huevos rancheros, huevos a la Mexicana, huevos revueltos (scrambled eggs) huevos with chorizo and the one that made me very happy -- chilaquiles. I am in the camp that likes eggs in her chilaquiles, not too many, but just enough to hold the tortillas and cheese and other stuff together. You had a choice of a green sauce or red sauce and I chose green. I also ordered a tall orange juice.
The OJ came just like they serve it all over Mexico--fresh squeezed (from oranges that aren't cold and so the juice is at room temp) in a tall parfait glass. I was slurping that down happily when the waitress returned with a surprise complimentary cup of soup. I think I was on the cusp enough of lunch that they just decided to throw in the soup and I am so tickled they did. It was a sopa de fideo of sorts--a tomato and chicken broth with thin noodles, but it also had big hunks of carrot, squash and bits of green beans. Whoever is in that kitchen knows how to make soup, it was just so nicely balanced and spritely and right on. (And I can't recall another time I've had a soup course before breakfast!) I would go back just to taste other soups. The folks next to me were both enjoying large bowls of something soupy, despite the heat outside they seemed pretty content.
Then came the chilaquiles: it was a large serving with beans that were nice and soupy (how they ought to be, not starchy and dry) and Mexican rice that was moist with big hunks of onions and potatoes in it and then at the top of the plate there were four fat slices of ripe avocado.
The chilaquiles has just the right amount of egg, little flecks of egg holding the tortillas which were crispy on the edges and soft at the center. The sauce was light but gave a bit of twang and there were bits of cilantro and onions as well. It was sprinkled generously with a mild white cheese. It was basically a big ol' mess of things and I'd say this was the most satisfying plate of chilaquiles I've had since I used to get them at a tiny diner in Pacific Beach, CA back in the 80s. The breakfast cost $5.50 and was so large that I ended up eating the leftovers yesterday. Chilaquiles re-cook really well, like all good "hashes" or jumbles do.
The restaurant is called La Cocula and it's at 5241 S. Pulaski.
If anyone has had any other meals there I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thanks!
bjt
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