A few weeks ago, my friend Carla heard some of us talking about La Cabañita, the great Mexican restaurant near Montrose. I told her it was probably my favorite Mexican restaurant, skewing more towards the Mexico City and Yucatan-style food that I love (and away from the Mexican pizza and sizzling fajita plates that I do not) and I told her the next time she had a weekday off I would go with her.
The other day we both headed up to Montrose for lunch. It was just a few minutes after noon and the restaurant was less crowded than I have ever seen it. (By the time we left an hour later, it was packed.)
I wrote about The Counter, I mentioned that Carla is a very sweet person but not the right dining companion at a place that features thousands of possible combinations. This reared itself again at La Cabañita; she spent at least fifteen minutes studying the menu, saying "I don't know what to get" no fewer than six times.
Of course, I didn't care, because...
"Well, maybe you didn't take enough time looking over the menu," I suggested.
"Shut up," she replied.
This is what my standard order is at La Cabañita: one chicken enchilada with mole sauce and two cochinita pibil tacos.
Like every meal I have had here, I was stuffed when I got up from the table. (We actually took a walk around the block just to get the blood moving.) But I am already anxious to return for more.