If you’re an American citizen in Mexico and somebody stabs you and takes your passport… cheer up, chirpy! You have an excuse to visit the Embassy, which is conveniently located just a couple of blocks away from El Caminero (opposite the corner of Rio Lerma and Rio Poo—don’t let this be an omen).
Hopefully the [...]

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If you have never been to Mexico City, or if you’ve been away long enough that your family will immediately notice how poorly you’re aging (about two years), these are the correct answers for the following two questions:
1) “What do you want to eat?”
Tacos.
Sure, you’ve had what you would consider “good” meals on a [...]

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…but calling it ‘asada’ when it hasn’t seen a flame may be.
It appears that someone in LA is trying to put your tax dollars to good use by curbing assaults on the Spanish language.
OK, putting the pedantry aside for a second… if they come for the taco trucks, and I do not speak up, there [...]

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This weekend I had a fine meal in Saratoga at The Plumed Horse (and I had a fine chuckle at the sight of white foam scum on my plate) and drank quite a bit of expensive-tasting wine, but the sensory experience I won’t forget soon is the taste of the tacos al pastor at [...]

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