Romanti-Ezer serves up some of my favorite mole in town, but going there is complicated. I don’t live downtown, I don’t work downtown, and by the time I do get downtown, they are usually closed. They open for special times at night, though! But it’s for the drunk crowds, which is not my bag.
This leaves the only dependable day for rustling up some of their mole on a Saturday afternoon. And lo! It was a Saturday afternoon and Mai Tai Guy was nearby and I was nearby, and Bob’s your uncle, etc…we’re off to Romanti-Ezer!
First, of course, are their chips, drizzled with some of that delicious mole sauce and sprinkled with crumbled Oaxacan cheese. Okay, I’m done! Just kidding. I had a taco with birria de chivo, that’s a goat meat stew to gringos like me. Followed by a cheese pupusa, which I made a valiant effort to eat all of, but didn’t have the stomach real estate. I packed the remainder up, and was glad I did because it fed a couple hungry friends less than an hour later.
Mai Tai Guy got the chicken emoladas, the meal I consider the signature Romanti-Ezer dish. Chicken enchiladas smothered in their mole, with rice and beans. Gorgeous. It’s sweet, a little zippy, no burnt chocolate taste.