Another burger joint

September 3rd, 2014

B stand 5

Lately, I’ve had burgers on the brain. Aside from my post of August 4, I recently I wrote about Mexican street hamburgers for a web site called Culinary Backstreets. Some readers already found it and written to me, but for those of you who have not, here is the link: As I wrote, I didn’t come to Mexico City to eat hamburgers. But when a savvy chilanga introduced me to these charcoal-grilled babies, I realized that burgers could be Mexican, too. They are a guilty pleasure for me.

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Argentine blues in Mexico City

August 13th, 2014

Photo by Sarah Taylor Cook

Ten years ago, when I was writing for D.F. magazine, a blues club called Ruta 61 opened in Colonia Condesa, and I went to report on it. I confess I was skeptical: I moved to New Orleans at the age of 17 and spent the better part of a couple of years there listening to blues, jazz and r&b in dives around the city. Among the groups being hyped at Ruta 61 in those days was Vieja Estación from Buenos Aires. Before hearing them, I asked myself, What the hell do the Argentines know about blues? Quite a bit, it turned out: maybe a military junta throwing your relatives out of airplanes into the ocean, a steady diet of peso devaluations and too many steak dinners are as good as poverty, discrimination and racism to inspire certain forms of art. In any case, Vieja Estación went back to Argentina a long time ago, but they are back in town and will be playing on Friday and Saturday nights this week, to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Ruta 61. Even if you can’t make it over the weekend, very talented people play there most of the time, on any night from Wednesday (open mike night) to Saturday. This is the closest thing you can get to the juke joint experience in Mexico City. Ruta 61 is on Baja California Sur #281, a stone’s throw from Avenida Nuevo León. You can make a reservation at 5211 7602; it might be crowded this weekend.

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Burger joint

August 4th, 2014

The joke will be lost on the Spanish-impaired but I thought this was a funny name for a burger joint. On Calle Xola, a few doors down from División Del Norte, Colonia Del Valle.

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Wise guy in Oaxaca

July 21st, 2014

One of my favorite Mexican expressions is often used to describe someone who thinks extremely highly of himself: él se cree la última Coca-Cola en el desierto (“he thinks he’s the last Coca-Cola in the desert”). Not long ago I was in Oaxaca, and on a very hot afternoon, this enterpising horchata salesman had appropriated the phrase to move some of his wares, a creamy rice-milk drink.

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July 7th, 2014

It’s a clever come-on but I don’t know how anyone can not be disappointed when it turns out to be an ad looking for people who want jobs as security guards.

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