Guess where I’m eating?

 
I think I may have just found my new obsession. It’s another Mexican joint, of course, but while the twelve-page menu lists tortas (and “super mega” tortas), huaraches, enchiladas de mole, ensadada de nopales and fried jalapenos soaked in soy sauce, salt and lime juice, the kitchen also turns out birria de chivo, which sets this place apart from the competition.

That, and the fact that an entire page of the menu is devoted to juice therapy. I spent nearly an entire afternoon here, squirreled away in a booth, working my way through several dishes, each of them better than the last. You’ll want to do the same thing. But first, you’ll need to guess where I’m eating.