Oaxaca Revisited

Every time I go to the Oaxaca, I have the same dish, a chile relleno. Last night I forced myself to order something new with mixed results. The chips were good, as always, with the sweet mole and specks of cheese.

My fish taco was large, packed with big chunks of grilled fish, lettuce, tomato, some kind of creamy sauce, and cheese. I squeezed the lime on top and really savored each bite.

I had such good memories of the ceviche at the Frontera Grill in Chicago that I decided to try the ceviche tostada. But it was very disappointing.

The fish was tough rather than tender and the onion wasn't sweet enough, thus overpowering the taste of the fish. I kept trying it--hoping that I would change my mind--but about a third of the way through, I had to abandon the dish. It just wasn't very good.

Sam had the mole, big chunks of pork slathered with a dark sauce. I also ordered a side of beans and the melon horchata. The beans were smooth and creamy, and I enjoyed the pecans and chunks of melon in the horchata.

Still, I left the restaurant wishing that I had stuck to the chile relleno. I guess I have to return to the Oaxaca . . .