Pozole Good Enough to Bask In: Your SFoodie Lunch Planner

J. Birdsall

Feel free to wear your bathing suit -- under your jeans.

Could we see a dusting of snow at elevations as low as the slope in Dolores Park where gay guys loll in square cuts? Wouldn't be surprised.

To approximate a balmy 68°, head to Chilango, where chef Roberto Aguiar Cruz whips up a brick-red pozole that can make you feel several latitude coordinates closer to Mexico City. The genius of the thing lies in the deep-tasting broth, laced with guajillo chiles, stacked with plenty of shredded dark-meat chicken and rusky-tasting hominy.

And we guarantee no one will care if you leave your sunglasses on -- though you'll probably need to wipe after all the unrestrained slurping you'll bust out.

Chilango 235 Church (at Market), 552-5700