
Pining for the sensuous side of Mexican cooking? Head to Guajillo on a Friday or Saturday night. That's when cocktail de camarones, an elegant riff on ceviche, and sinful chicken mole, sure to evoke Like Water for Chocolate, are apt to make appearances.
On weekends, look for the soulful stew of pork and hominy. And there are the chips, made from the house tortillas, to swipe in the complex fresh-and-charred-tomato salsa. Diners
used to fluffy, slightly sweet Salvadoran tamales will find the dense unsweetened packets here dull going. And the plate of melted manchego with fried poblanos is okay but nothing special.