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About the second visit, perhaps the less said, the better. I will mention that some egg-y breakfast items were lacklustre, and our generally inattentive and perfunctory server — he was, to be fair, beleaguered during a weekend brunch rush — deprived us of water, which we had ask for, and also chips and salsa on the house, which other tables received but we never did.

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Closest to the plus side of the ledger at that brunch were the rustically tasty chicharrons (nuggets of fried pork), which were crunchy, meaty and fatty all in one and garnished with wedges of lime.

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So let’s skip ahead to last week’s lunch. Redemption!

First, our spirits rose with the immediate arrival of complimentary corn chips, fresh house-made pico de gallo and salsa, courtesy of our lively, new-to-us server whose fun demeanour rubbed off on us.

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Then, that chicken enchilada with mole sauce? A savoury, sweet, spicy, chocolate-y winner. You could have served me cardboard with that sauce and I would have enjoyed it.

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Chunks of pork shoulder and house-made, somewhat spicy chorizo sausages were stars on two fully loaded plates. The La Fiesta Latina platter pleased, too, with chunky fresh guacamole, among its many components.

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Arepitas filled with pork were toothsome. At the previous lunch, the egg-filled arepitas were tough — one, almost tooth-breakingly so.

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A small bowl of Ajiaco soup — an appealing Colombian soup starring chicken and corn — was simple but delicious. It came with capers and cream on the side, which the server said were necessary to make the soup really sing. Funny, those accompaniments were absent when one of us ordered Ajiaco at our second visit.