Down the hill from the Market proper, on the Pike Street Hillclimb, El Puerco Lloron is a little gem you might easily miss. Look for the brass pig in front.
When we first walked in, I noticed the young Mexican woman behind the counter, pulling off a mass of dough from her pile of fresh masa, pressing them into the tortilla press, and flipping them on the griddle, methodically. “Hey, I did that yesterday!” I thought, then pointed out to my friends. Of course, hers were much more even.
It’s an unpretentious place, with wobbly tables and a breeze blowing through the windows. As someone had written in the newspaper review tacked up on the wall, it’s like a little cantina on a border town. Ten choices, all with warm corn tortillas.
I had the biscet de pollo, which was grilled chicken in a spicy red sauce, with fluffy rice and pinto beans. And a Jarritos lemon-lime soda. And I’m guessing that wheat flour has never touched the place. I was beaming with the good food, knowing I wasn’t going to get sick.
Mexican food is also my favorite. I always enjoy Mama Mexico in NYC and remember that you also did when you lived in the city. I've been there so often that they know me and my son well and they go out of their way to accomodate us. He is not gluten free but does not care for spicy foods and when he ordered a spicy dish in error one of the owners raced over and changed his dish for him. Rosa Mexicana is also very nice but I find it to be more spicy. The pomagranate margaritas are excellent!
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