Only a few minutes before
Jim and companion got up to leave, I walked into the nearly empty Sol de Mexico and occupied a table near them. I didn't know them, yet thought they seemed somewhat LTH-ish (whatever *that* means), though I also wondered if I was perhaps just wishful-thinkingly imagining some sort of LTH aura emanating from them. Unfortunately, they were finishing up and on their way out before I could glean solid clues from their conversation as to whether they actually were of the brown-and-black-diamond persuasion. Sorry I didn't speak up and introduce myself, Jim. I didn't want to have to go into potentially weird-sounding explanations if it turned out that you weren't of the cognoscenti, and instead regarded me as some kind of cult proselytizer.
By that time, Carlos had come to my table and introduced himself. We chatted abit about moles, the restaurant's specialty, which can have 28+ ingredients. He asked how I had learned about the restaurant, and I assured him that he was getting word-of-mouth recommendation via LTHForum, for which he was grateful to
annieb, et al.
I told Carlos I was looking forward to trying more than one of mole, though I was limited by being there as a single diner. He immediately had small samples of rojo (dark red), verde (green, made with ground pumpkin seeds), negro (black, thickest of the four to the point of near-lumpiness), and manchamanteles (darker than rojo, but less so than negro) sent to my table with tortillas to dip into them, so that I could get an idea of what they were like and compare the variety of flavor complexities. This was a
very good thing to have before ordering, and, in itself, could almost qualify as a light appetizer, or an educational amuse bouche. I mentioned to Carlos that this was like the "flight" concept used with wines and cheeses by, e.g., Bin 36, and suggested he consider instituting something like a flight of moles to help enlighten and intrigue patrons. He thanked me for the suggestion and noted that future menu items would include even more moles, such as a yellow (amarillo) and one based on guava, but not overly fruit-sweet.
So I finally ordered (only one mole, as it turned out

). First, I went with the Carne de puerco--fork-tender chunks of pork, off-the-bone, in a pool of manchamanteles mole topped with bits of pineapple and a sprinkling of sesame seeds. While I was waiting for it to arrive, I continued to eat the mole samples with replenished tortillas--which were fresh and hot, though somewhat thin--and sipped my iced tamarindo. They are in-process for a liquor license, but it's currently BYOB.
Next, for contrast, I had the baby scallops in a creamy chipotle sauce: about eight or ten marble-sized scallops in a tan/rufous-colored sauce, thick, creamy and filling despite its somewhat smaller size. The chipotle seemed a tad more assertive heat-wise than the mole, yet wasn't as deep in its complexity.* Since I was a party of one, I decided to stop with those two tapas dishes, and move on to dessert.
Good thing I did stop there, too, as the flan and coffee were no mere denouement to the meal, but a combined force to be reckoned-with, in and of themselves. The fresh-brewed coffee was that blend with cinnamon which I've only had in Mexican restaurants; it was just excellent as a foil for the rich flan. And the flan--! This was no will-o'-the-wisp ephemeral puff of flavored air, nosirree! This was a rich, muscular animal of a flan, a flan with legs *and*
cojones (can I say that on television?) For a long time, I forgot about all the gargoyle masks leering at me from the opposite wall among the large oil paintings of Mexican scenes, and just focused on the resistance to my spoon as I sliced-off each cool, aromatic taste of eggy custard and sweet caramel ichor, then washed my palate with sips of the warm, spicy coffee....
Ahem! Ok, I'm back...Did I mention that I liked dessert? Dessert was good. Tapas were very nice, too, and--as Carlos repeatedly voiced his hope--I intend to return with multiple others so that I may sample a whole range of items from the menu.
Prices were quite reasonable: the mole flight (no charge), two tapas, flan, tamarindo drink, and coffee came to under $25 including tip for very friendly service. They take typical credit cards. Pleasant decor, too, FWIW.
I could well see Sol de Mexico as an instructive and enjoyable complement to, say, Cafe Iberico. Carlos definitely needs the business, and has a good attitude.
I'm thinking LTH dinner....
--Matt
* Note to
Jim: The evening's Specials included a
Baby Scallops in mole verde, which is almost certainly what you got instead of the chipotle version.