Waking up this morning in the wake of last night's 6 additional inches of snow, we laid in bed with our cell phones, researching possible brunch options. Porch had mentioned this place on Clark that he wanted to try so we looked up the menu and came to a consensus. Porch and I decided to walk to this new (to us) brunch destination just a few blocks over. Best. Decision. Ever. We trampled (ever so daintily) through the un-shoveled sidewalks (no joke, at least 6 inches) to get to this magical place. Check out this drift in front of our garage... We weren't drivin' anywhere until we shoveled our way out anyway... and by 'we' I of course mean 'Porch' although he was pretty certain he could just put his Xterra into 4-wheel drive and get through this drift. Anyway, all of the reviews of Tiztal Cafe highlight the chilaquiles as the "best." Porch and I are no strangers to this dish and tend to use it as a bit of a benchmark acro...
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