Mexico City Archive

Why I’m in love with Mexican pan dulce

I am pained when I walk by a bakery in Mexico and can’t go inside. It’s like going to a shoe store for me — I want to look at every single piece and wonder if maybe it’s my type. I usually stick to conchas because I’m obsessed, but there are plenty others I like

Scenes from a Mexico City Street Food Tour

One of the things I’m most proud of is starting Eat Mexico, my tourism company that gives walking tours of Mexico City’s street stands, markets and taquerías. Our five local guides — three in Mexico City and two in Puebla — conduct the tours, and my fantastic manager Rebekah carries the day-to-day. I’m in the

Mango season in Mexico City

Just wanted to steer your attention to this quick piece I wrote for Culinary Backstreets, about mango season in Mexico City and what it means to me now that I've developed a mango allergy. Does this mean no more mango pico de gallo for me? Yes, probably. At least I still have avocados. I've seen

Mexico City street sounds, circa 1839

There are an extraordinary number of street-cries in Mexico, which begin at dawn and continue till night, performed by hundred of discordant voices, impossible to understand at first.... At dawn you are awakened by the shrill and desponding cry of the Carbonero, the coalmen, "Carbon, Señor?" which, as he pronounces it, sounds like "Carbosiu?" Then

Touring Xochimilco’s farms with De la Chinampa

When I moved to Mexico City in 2009, people here didn't talk much about where their food came from. A few stores sold organic groceries. A small handful of restaurants, including Pujol and Nicos, mentioned local items on their menus, but that was about it. A lot has changed. Mexico City now has an eco-friendly

Tacos al pastor in Mexico City

I snapped this a few months ago at Plaza Meave on Eje Central, in the Centro Histórico. They've got the biggest spit (trompo in Spanish) that I've seen in the city. It's always crowded, and fun to just sit and watch -- the taquero works like a madman, slicing meat with one hand and catching

Sounds of the Centro Histórico: the Zócalo

If you’ve ever wandered near the eastern edge of the Zócalo, over by the Templo Mayor, you might have heard them: street vendors selling scarves, hats, sunglasses, purses, desk items and whatever else might be useful from tarps spread out on the sidewalk. As people pass, the vendors call out: “10 varos! 10 pesos mire!

The mumbling street vendor

I heard this guy while I was sitting at my desk a few days ago. Do you know what he's saying? I think he wants to buy old iron or metal stuff, similar to the La Lllorona lady, but I can't be sure. Incidentally, I saw a guy in Condesa today pushing a cart full