Poquitos

$$ Mexican

From the people who brought us Bastille comes this glorious stageset of Colonial Mexico, dripping with wrought iron, Talavera tiles, and saturated bursts of color. A woman sits crafting tortillas on-site. As distinguished a place as this is to be—not to mention drink (there’s a fine an enclosed deck area)—it’s not quite as rewarding a place to eat. Unremarkable tacos and enchiladas may fill you up, but not memorably; better are the entree platters like the Yucatan-style grilled chicken, in a fiery three-pepper marinade with a side of (freakishly hot) habanero sauce. Poquito’s emphasis on sourcing ensures natural and local meats, something you hardly ever see in Mexican restaurants. We can’t speak for the sourcing of the, um, grasshoppers however; it was all we could do to eat the crispy bar snack fired with guajillo chiles and salt and lime. (On our visit these were not on the menu, but all we had to do was ask.)

Last updated: 06/13/2012