My husband and I went here for our fifth wedding anniversary last month. The long wait stretched our date into a lovely and longer evening. In the tiny bar we sipped sangria shoulder to shoulder with other would-be diners waiting for their numbers to be called. After we were seated, my husband and I ordered four dishes to share. I loved them all but my favorite was the mole negro; I savored the memory of it’s melting flavor in my mouth for days afterward. Black and white photos of Oaxaca filled the walls around us. The entire experience made me feel as though I were sticking my hand into a little pocket of Oaxaca. I can’t wait to go there again!