Yeah, that's some
Mexican restaurant you nominated there, Amata...
Okay, that's more like it.
Actually, talking to the lady after we ate, she noted, a bit sadly, that even the families in the neighborhood mainly want hamburgers these days (as was true of the mom and son next to us), not the Oaxacan and Guerreriense food that they like to make. She seemed pleased that we tried so many other things and that the boys liked the tlacoyos, enchiladas and Oaxacan tamale that we ordered, and urged on us for next time the quesadilla de flor de calabaza and champignones (which seemed, from the description, to mean huitlacoche, not button mushrooms or something). Incidentally, not to take anything away from that half-mythical explorer RST, but you know, there are places where he claimed to have to come back every day for a week to win their confidence and start prying out their secrets... and then there are places like this where you just ask a question or two and you get the whole story in a torrent, they make food from Oaxaca and Guerrero, in America everybody wants it with rice and beans on a plate, this is the way the poor people eat, you have to make it with the fresh masa or it's no good, try the jamaica, and so on and on... Very nice lady and happy to chat with folks who take an interest in her food--
other than the hamburgers.
Anyway, we pretty much hit the greatest hits from the thread linked above, including a couple of different tlacoyos:
The chales (pork) was a little too lardy/pork-stinky, but the requeson (which is ricotta and herbs) and the frijoles negro were big hits with all. If I had to tell you to go there for one thing, though, it would be the enchiladas:
The name conjures up the traditional enchilada covered in sauce, but these in fact are almost like empanadas (or pot stickers), little crispy-fried pockets with a perceptible chili kick in the masa. I liked these a lot.
El Nuevo Kappy isn't much to look at, but don't be fooled by the hot dog stand ambience and offerings, they hide a sincere, authentic place making fresh, homemade Mexican food with a lot of love.
Afterwards, walking back to our car, I spotted another lesson to share with the kids about things hidden in plain sight. Who knows what this architectural style on a realty office signifies?

The telltale signs of a WWI-era nickelodeon-- arched facade and bare electric lights (an innovation derived from Sullivan's Auditorium Theatre). See the end of this post for another example....