She calls the sauce in the squeeze bottle Chile Paquin sauce. Look up spelling later after you have tried this delicious blend of habaneros and jalepenos. Careful when you squeeze the bottle so not too much splats out. Chile particles can block the nozzle and too much pressure dislodged the jam and extra sauce. I will confess that I see prices twenty five percent higher than typical, and the house deserves them. Menu has items I've seen offered only in Los Angeles, especially the Mole Poblano. Compared to LA prices, nine dollars and ninety nine cents for that beautiful dish makes a bargain. I enjoyed it for the first time in the company of the then mayor of West Hollywood, who lived a stroll away. During dinner, he fielded a call from the controller of California. I think the Governator still held top office then. I will save the Mole Poblano for a hungry night of celebration with friends. Tonight, I enjoyed a tamales plate, which always makes me think of another friend who moved to California, Molly, who now makes films on the subject of spaying, neutering and protecting dogs. Where would I like to go next time I am in Burbank? To Molly's. Get it?
You might remember this location as the former Ship's Rail on Peck, which stayed open all night making breakfast and probably had to never close. The door was to greasy to lock? The residue of the Ship's Rail has been totally exorcised by the new ownership, and a cement floor with a cured patina shows no sign of wear or ground in grime. The counter is new and the stalls remind one of a bunkhouse. I am sure these walls painted in southwestern hues will glow in the morning's sunshine. The murals are passionate and engaging, but Roliver Mancera of Grand Rapids should have been consulted. Plenty of seating in two rooms awaits the inevitable game day rush from Marsh Field.
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