Let me tell you something… I wasn’t ready for this trip at all!
I mean, I’ve heard people rave about Mexico City’s food, but honestly, nothing prepares you for it until you actually dive in.
The first thing that hit me? The smell. Oh man, the streets smelled like fresh tortillas everywhere I went. You know that comforting, warm scent that makes you instantly hungry? Yup, that was me, following my nose like some cartoon character.
And guess what? I ended up at this tiny taco stand, where an old lady was flipping tortillas like she’s been doing it for decades. No fancy menus here, just a nod and a smile. I asked for "tacos al pastor," even though I wasn’t exactly sure what I was ordering.
And wow… I’m telling you, it was love at first bite. The pork was smoky and juicy, with a hint of sweetness from the pineapple, plus some crunchy onions and fresh cilantro. I literally stood there for a moment thinking, “Why don’t we have this everywhere?”
Later that morning, as I kept wandering (and let’s be honest, eating everything I saw), I stumbled on another street vendor. This guy had a basket covered with cloth, and people were lining up like crazy. Turns out, he was selling "tacos de canasta"—basket tacos!
I gotta admit, I had no clue what to expect, but hey, when in Mexico City, right?
They were soft, a bit messy, but filled with these simple but rich fillings—potatoes, beans, pork cracklings… All steamed to perfection. Super cheap too! I grabbed three and devoured them sitting on the curb, watching the city buzz around me.
As the day went on, I honestly thought I couldn’t eat anymore… but then I saw churros.
Oh boy, I caved instantly.
These weren’t just any churros. They were hot, crispy, and coated in cinnamon sugar, served with thick, creamy hot chocolate for dipping.
I don’t know if it was the sugar rush or the joy of discovering something so simple yet perfect, but it felt like the perfect ending to my day.
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