Let me tell you, this place is cute as hell. Lots of Mexican art and religious ephemera. Arranged in perfect randomness, a shrine to the brunch gods, and they dig it.
The place was jammin', but we didn't have to wait long for a table. We chose first available (due to hangover-induced hunger) and were seated inside, but the patio looked like it would have been worth the wait.
We scoped the menu, which was well-designed and well-laminated and ordered up some beverages. Cafe Ole = coffee with your choice of booze and whipped cream. Nicki chose Rumchata. Good girl.
I decided to go for the sparkling citrus margarita. I will say, seasoned as I am, that tequila for breakfast is pretty intense, but a few days in Milwaukee puts a sparkle in your eye and a few extra hairs on your chest. I was all in.
The menu is great. It features some classic gringo stuff, lots of Mexican awesomeness, and veggie and vegan options for the hippies. First up is the breakfast tostadas with roasted veggies = super fresh, tasty times.
Chilaquiles with chorizo: there are multiple options for meat/non-meat accompaniments to this dish.
Migas: eggs scrambled with tortilla strips, crispy ass bacon–what it lacks in beauty it makes up for in flavor.
I wish I could have tasted almost everything on the menu, well, I wish that all the time, but seriously, this place is pure magic. Listen... Corazón is calling you...
