A story of sadness, anger and loss. If the culinary world was Wakanda, we lost our king. Mexicans lost their American champion who loved & celebrated us. Feminists mourned the death of the alpha male who protected our rights and freedoms.
When it comes to street food, Mexico City is an incredible pan-regional smorgasburg. Yes, yes we know you’ve had tacos, flautas, tortas and pozole, but have you ever heard of tlacoyos, pambazos, esquites & guisados? Yup… exactly. Welcome. Take a seat, get comfortable.
These words do no justice to how magical this weekend was. Even two months later I look back and my eyes get starry and I’m overwhelmed with nostalgia. If you have not experienced the sublime beauty of Mérida and the Yucatán peninsula, you must as soon as possible.
A story of sadness, anger and loss. If the culinary world was Wakanda, we lost our king. Mexicans lost their American champion who loved & celebrated us. Feminists mourned the death of the alpha male who protected our rights and freedoms.
