It’s two weeks until my dear parents fly out to see us. Bloomin ‘eck, I’m excited!
I never expected for a minute they’d visit me here in Mexico. Beheadings and Cartels are the main source of (misguiding) news back in England.
Violence and drugs are not on my parents’ list of hobbies. I know you were wondering. Despite their concerns they bravely booked tickets and turned their backs on the usual two week venture to France.
Whilst my mother is asking questions like, “is it safe? “ and, “Do we need to bring our own towels and sheets?”
Yep, no and no. My mum has a strange obsession with towels.
My fathers’ only question was, “is the food good?”
Like father like son. Give us a delicious meal and a good glass of wine and we will probably marry you. Or at least co-habit then head off on an indefinite world adventure together.
Happily I can tell my father and everyone else who reads this blog. The. Food. Is. Flipping. Amazing!
It’s not just tortillas, nachos and salsa. This honestly was my limited knowledge before we landed here 6 months. I was fine with that, but we have since discovered much much more…
You can never know enough where foodgasms are involved, so we booked a food tour on a recent trip to Mexico City. The day was spent mmmming and aaaahing as we drooled and devoured our way around La Colonia Roma, one of the Cities trendy suburbs. It was like THAT scene from ‘When Harry Met Sally’.
Meet Rodrigo our passionate foodie guide, from Sabores Mexico Food Tours, who led us on a journey of oral ecstasy… so to speak…
Rodrigo is a trained cinematographer, with an impressive CV, but he adores food and wants to bring this joy to others. I love him for this!
Tours are not usually my thing. I try, but my brain tends to drift off and think of more important things like, ‘what are we having for dinner?’ or ‘would I rather have accordion legs or tambourine hands?’. Accordions for legs, it would be the happiest walk ever and like having the music to ‘Amélie‘ as your life soundtrack.
On this day, these life altering questions were kept at bay.
It turns out if you add a lot of food, to a little history, and a bit of walking, you will have my full attention for at least 4 hours! Anyone trying to impress me, you now know how…
Rodrigo explained the area was devastated by the earthquake of 1985, where thousands of people lost their lives and many others fled. Slowly but surely people returned and Colinia Roma is now the place to be for foodies, writers, artists and hipsters.
Despite the earthquake many buildings remained standing or have been faithfully restored, with art deco architecture on most streets from wealthier times in the 1920’s.
The sweaty hectic streets portrayed by Hollywood are a far cry from the reality. The movies shout ‘come to Mexico City and get kidnapped’ where in actual fact we always felt safe and loved strolling down the surprisingly green streets and friendly neighbourhood. Travel is still teaching me that many preconceptions are pointless.
The time galopped away, as the food came and the conversation flowed, along with a glass of French wine and locally brewed beer. I think I have waited too long….
It’s food porn time!
Galia Gourmet, terrine and red wine. I could have lived in their refrigerator happily for several days. The French as a nation are renowned for great food, and restaurants like this help demonstrate what a real cosmopolitan city it is.
Espressarte a café, which has contraptions that look fit for a science lab. They are the Kings of coffee and I learnt things that blew my mind, but I can’t mention them here because Rodrigo might be miffed about me giving away spoilers…
Foodgasms galore my friends and not a nacho in sight! My Mexican ignorance is reducing mouthful after mouthful…
*We were given a small discount on the tour but all the views our own. We’d only recommend something that we’d tried ourselves and thoroughly enjoyed.