Reverie's cooks are from the Yucatan, not Guerrero or Jalisco, western
Mexican states famous for their pozole. But don't hold it against their
soup. Long simmering has stripped the pureed tomatillos of their
brashness, leaving a muted acidity. Shreds of chicken twine around chewy
hominy kernels in the jade-green broth, just as the floral perfume of
the fresh cilantro sprigs scattered overtop wraps itself around the
duskier, vegetal smells of the herbs that simmered with the soup as it
The pozole wants brightening with the traditional
garnishes ― onions, chiles, lettuce, radishes, and lime ― which the
cafe doesn't serve. The two women who'd gotten us to order the pozole
handed us their bottle of Tapatio, and its vinegary, chile kick helped
make up for the lack. Bring your own garnishes, or lobby the kitchen to
include them, even if it means the cafe will charge you an extra 50
cents. After all, the pozole verde serves two.
The cafe serves pozole verde once a week, so call ahead of time to see if it's in house. Today ― Friday ― you're in luck. Dinner goes until 8:30 p.m.
Cafe Reverie: 848 Cole (at Carl), 242-0200.