The Cone Issue#3 Autumn 2014 | Page 51

Eat In Mexico My rabbit-hole into Mexican culture started with seeing a Saturday afternoon interstitial about Cinco De Mayo. I was hooked by the information that the annual drinkfest celebrates not their Independence Day, but their military repulsion of a French invasion. Jigga-what? Furthermore I was titillated by the fact that Mexico was ruled by the Austro-Hungarian Empire for three years thereafter! Jigga-who? I had to know more. So for a year, I drilled down into Mexico’s history from A(ztec) to Z(apatista). Up until this year’s trip down to Mexico City (aka Distrito Federal or simply “D. F.”) and Chiapas, my only forays into Mexican soil had been joining in a couple of road trips to Baja – and they were actually rad. A friend of mine rented beach houses near Puerto Nuevo (“Lobster Town!”). We would pack up provisions (other houses had 24 packs of beer and pillow sized bags of corn chips, my roommate ́