mahiwaga

I realize how pathetic it is that I grew up in L.A. and I don’t have any idea where to find a place that makes chilaquiles. I never even had chilaquiles until I moved to Chicago, and found this place within walking distance from my apartment that I would go to as often as feasible. In San Diego it was pretty much a Sunday morning routine (at least, on the Sundays I would actually wake up at a reasonable hour before all the breakfast places were mobbed.)

But in L.A., I don’t even really know where to get a decent breakfast, much less a decent Mexican breakfast.

So by 10:30 a.m., I managed to drag myself out of the house and wound myself to York Boulevard. I figured out where Café de Leche is, which was packed full of people. It’s right next to The York, which is another place I’ve been meaning to check out. But I drove on by, made a right on Figueroa, still trying to find a likely place. Eventually, I made a big circle through Cypress Park to Glassell Park and back up to Eagle Rock, not finding anything promising. I then drove east on Colorado, past The Coffee Table, which is sort of my default place when I can’t figure out anywhere else to go, and when I’m not going to Denny’s with my parents. Eventually, I stopped at Cindy’s and had a Monte Cristo. (While Yelp gives a bunch of bad reviews, I’m not that picky about my food, and the key attraction for me was the fact that there was no waiting for a seat and no waiting to give my order.) But still no chilaquiles. I’ll have to keep trying.