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 ́