Señor Moose Credit: Drew McKenzie

For those who eschew waffles and pancakes in favor of savory
breakfast treats, Mexican food offers a rich assortment of flavors to
awaken the senses. There are chilis, a heady mix of spices, earthy
beans, tangy tomatoes and cilantro, salty cotija
cheese, and rich
crema heaped upon the all-important sweet foundation of maize
and lard. The pleasure of a morning Mexican meal stands on its own, but
it’s worth noting that Mexi-breakfast is excellent hangover fare. All
around town, Mexi-breakfast awaits you, from quick and easy breakfast
burritos to the regional wonder of Tex-Mex fare, to authentic, soulful
comida típica.

Here are the two most important things to know about the newly
opened Memo’s Mexican Food (4743 University Way NE,
729-5071): (1) It’s on the Ave. (2) It’s open 24 hours a day, seven
days a week. Memo’s is easy enough to like—it’s a gigantic,
bright, airy space filled with glossy blond wood floors and booths and
blasting Mexican pop music. The service is warm and friendly, the food
is cheap, and the portions are huge. A machaca burrito
($3.99), roughly the size of an adult human forearm, is undeniably
filling, if not wholly satisfying—a flour tortilla stuffed with
shredded beef, green peppers, potatoes, and eggs that, lacking real
flavor and moisture, needs regular dousings of hot sauce. I was
disappointed to find that, out of all of Memo’s breakfast offerings
(including a bacon and egg burrito), chorizo, the spicy sausage that
pairs so nicely with scrambled eggs, was nowhere to be found. Memo’s is
geared more toward the late-night drunk crowd and harried to-go diners,
but it’s not the place to spend a slow morning lingering over a plate
of great food.

Ballard’s Austin Cantina (5809 24th Ave NW,
789-1277), which labels itself “Seattle’s Best Tex-Mex Experience!”
offers a “Weekend Gospel Brunch” on Saturdays and Sundays from 10:00
a.m. to 2:00 p.m. The cantina’s offerings include migas (scrambled eggs and tortillas with tomatoes and cheese, served with a
chicken-fried steak, $9.50) and huevos rancheros (scrambled eggs and
tortillas topped with beans, avocado, and ancho chili sauce, $7.95),
and sides such as creamy corn grits ($2.95). Austin Cantina’s brunch
left me utterly confused—the food tasted, frankly, like nothing.
Despite the use of fresh ingredients such as jalapeños (all
seeds and membrane cut out), there was absolutely no salt, spice, or
grease to enhance and impart flavor on the food. Austin Cantina, has
your kitchen secretly sworn off all salt and fat, but not bothered to
tell the customers? If this is Tex-Mex food, it must be Tex-Mex by way
of Seattle—and something gets lost in the journey. How you
managed to make runny grits and a chicken-fried steak covered with
sausage gravy taste dry and unexciting is still beyond me. Hours after
brunch, I remained confused—it seemed that no dish we tasted
couldn’t have been made at a diner. And sadly, the diner food may have
tasted better—at least there would have been grease.

My meals at Memo’s and Austin Cantina left me desperately hungry for
real Mexican food. I wanted to dig into things like homemade corn
tortillas, salty cheese, rendered animal fat—authentic, homestyle
dishes with real depth and flavor. My first stop was the Burien branch
of El Sabor De Oaxaca (217 James St, Seattle,
382-3557, closed on weekends; 452 SW 153 St, Burien, 242-2326), where
the specialty dishes, while lacking huevos, make a fine
morning meal for adventurous eaters. Sabor serves a delightful
tlayuda ($12.95), a popular Oaxacan street food, composed of a
large, homemade crispy griddled tortilla that’s spread with thick
refried black beans mixed with pork lard (sweet, smoky, porky,
rich—delicious), covered with finely shredded cabbage,
tomato, buttery slices of avocado, crumbles of cotija cheese, and
strands of melty Oaxacan quesillo,
then topped with
slices of grilled tasajo, air-dried, seasoned beef. (FYI, the
tlayuda, while delicious fresh and hot, also makes a great cold
breakfast straight out of the refrigerator—à la leftover
pizza.) It’s worth checking out Sabor’s quesadilla huitlacoche ($9.95), a thick grilled tortilla filled with
huitlacoche, aka “corn smut,” a fungus that infects corncobs
and replaces normal kernels with tumors that resemble mushrooms. These
“mushrooms”—musky, sweet, dark, and firm—make a rich
filling paired with green and red peppers, fresh chilis, and
quesillo.

In Ballard, somewhere between breakfast burritos and corn smut, lies
the most heartwarming and satisfying Mexican breakfast joint, a tiny
house which goes by the unlikely name of Señor
Moose
(5242 NW Leary Ave, 784-5568). Moose owner Kathleen
Anderson spent over 20 years living in Mexico, and when she returned to
the states, she brought back handwritten recipes collected from
friends, home kitchens, and home-style restaurants called
fondas. Señor Moose’s menu items, in a loving nod to
their homeland, list their place of origin. Chilaquiles ($8.75), from Mexico City, is a plate of tortilla chips tossed with
green salsa, topped with crema and eggs. Having soaked up some of the
salsa, the chips are by turns salty and sour, crunchy and soft, and
covered with bright runny yolks. The entomatadas ($8.50),
hailing from Oaxaca, are soft corn tortillas swimming in a bath of mild
but piquant red salsa, topped with eggs and cotija, served with rich
stewed beans. Moose also serves wonderful sides like esquites,
sweet corn mixed with epazote, crema, cotija, cayenne, and
lime. You’ll find that the Moose’s vast menu of perfectly prepared
regional specialties, featuring ingredients such as housemade chorizo,
nopales (fresh cactus), and sopes (griddled corn cakes), call
quietly to you morning after morning, begging you to discover and savor
each dish. Lucky for all, Señor Moose serves breakfast every day
starting at 8:00 a.m. Vamanos!

editor@thestranger.com

Angela Garbes began her food writing career as a freelancer for The Stranger in 2006, joined the staff in 2014, and is now freelancing once again amid writing books; Like a Mother: A Feminist Journey Through...