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My trip to Mexico City was fantastic. I went for no reason except I found stupidly cheap flight tickets. How? Just go to Volaris randomly. Go. Check right now. You might find stupid cheap tickets.
I flew all the beginning of the year all over America. This was my first trip inside Mexico. I was there last November of last year for Juliu’s and Sarai’s wedding.
SEE!!!
I just checked again and found tickets for $6 USD from Tijuana to Mexico City (each). Plus, you have to pay the “TUA” (airport fee). Total cost of 1,274 MXN pesos. Given, that it’s not the best flight option, arrive late at night (10:30 p.m.) and leave early morning (6:15 a.m.). And it doesn’t include any bags (only a personal item). Still, that’s around $72 USD for a round flight from Tijuana (basically, San Diego) to Mexico City. Great price for just a quick weekend getaway.
Volaris, pay me for this shit. It’s basically an ad. Or Expedia or other flying agencies. Give me money.
All my shit fits on a big messenger bag I bought years ago through Woot.com. Timbuk2 bags are quality shit. And it’s my favorite color.
Timbuk2. Pay me for this shit. Or send me free shit. I love your bags.
I fit a backpack inside the messenger bag with camera gear. All that shit fits below my seat. But flight attendants don’t give a shit if you put it on the overhead compartment if there’s space. And usually, there is.
I thought arriving at CDMX at 9:30 p.m. and riding the Metro could be a scary thing. It wasn’t. The Metro still has all sorts of people and security. From the airport metro station, Terminal Aérea, to the famous station “Estación Metro Balderas” (a song by El Tri, original by Rockdrigo González) is only 5 pesos and it takes around 26 minutes.
Original song:
Just a block away from el Metro Balderas lives my friend Sánchez in a small two-bedroom apartment. Located in downtown CDMX, Sanchez’s place is blocks away from El Zócalo and Palacio de Bellas Artes. I got to his place Friday at around 10:30 p.m. We went for his favorite nearby tacos straight away: Los Cocuyos.
I got one lengua, one al pastor, one molleja (cow neck), one lengua (tongue), and two suadero (brisket). 20 pesos each. Still hungry, I ordered a Gringa (55 pesos), two tortillas with al pastor and melted cheese. Stella Artois to down all of it.
At my request, Sánchez bought a bunch of local craft beer from The Beer Box, a chain of craft brew stores in CDMX (and a pricey one).
I spent all day yesterday in San Diego’s public transit to take some pictures for the next cover.
I need to write. I don’t have time to write.
I have a girlfriend. I like hanging out with her. That takes time.
I had a gig. I like making money. I don’t have a car. That takes time.
I went training Muay Thai. I enjoy that. That takes time.
I have a lot of shit to post. Social media posting should make more money. That takes time.
I just posted a TikTok of the shittiest tacos I had in CDMX. They were in Mercado Roma. Let’s see how that video fares.
After Los Cocuyos, we drank the beers Sánchez bought. We started with a Calavera brew supposedly a Mexican lager that was complete trash. It was followed by a session IPA by Cielito Lindo (from Guadalajara), it was basic and drinkable. At least it wasn’t offensive like Calavera’s. There were two Minerva beers, Cu4tro a Mezcal IPA that wasn’t horrible (I was expecting horrible) and a Mexican stout with Totomoxtle (corn husks), it was surprisingly good for Minerva. There were a couple of Hercules beers and those were great as always.
We did all of that while playing Smash Bros. How big of a nerd am I?
In my bag, I packed a Gamecube controller with the converter for the Switch just to play against him. Sánchez is better than me, but at least I’m more of a challenge with the Gamecube controller. Somehow we ended up at an even 64 kills each.
That was night one. Friday night.
Day 1. Sábado en CDMX.
We woke up early and refreshed. And without showering, we hit the streets. We started with tacos de mixiote and holy fuck were they delicious. Shredded lamb barbacoa style with some achiote, very tender, with other compliments and I’m in Chilango heaven. Not only were the tacos tasty, they had aguas frescas of flavors I don’t usually see. Agua de frambuesa and agua de pera!! DAFUQ?!?! Pear-flavored water?!?!
I got the raspberry one because I love almost all berries, but I was curious about the pear. Sánchez was as well. I got to try and it was magical. They both tasted like a good rip-off of Boing!
Boing is one of my favorite Chilango drinks. Boing. Sponsor this shit. Give me money.
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From there, we walked around a bunch and then biked around a bunch. I’m not much of a cyclist (I can’t even remember the last time I rode a bike), but bicycling in the CDMX is a breeze. Wide dedicated bike lanes and Ecobicis! You can grab a bike through an app. It’s 520 pesos for the whole year. Sánchez is subscribed to the program and a mutual friend also got the whole year but he was back in Monterrey (hi Husky!). I used his profile for Ecobici.
Free bikes in the city! And a pleasure to ride them.
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Brewery 1: Cerveza Cyprez.
Google Maps said this brewery opened at 12:30 p.m. One of the earliest to open and it was recommended by Luis Larios of Fauna. When we got there around 1:00 p.m. they were still cleaning. I stared at the menu and they told us “We are not open yet,” almost dismissing me. I said I was just looking and planned to come back in a minute.
We took a stroll around and Sánchez wanted a popsicle. We both got mango con chamoy for 25 pesos each in a tiny hipster-looking joint. Besides selling ice cream they also had cuts of meat. WTF?! Butcher shop and ice cream parlor. A tiny one.
Back at Cyprez, they were still not fully ready but there were a couple of clients already drinking. Surprisingly, two of the five clients were American women. The other two were Sanchez and I. And another drunk at a separate table.
I started with their collab micro IPA with Colima, it was fine, like a session IPA but not very carbonated. Sánchez opted for the manguiña supposedly a tropical pale ale. It was drinkable but nothing new for those hop-heads that drink craft beer on the daily. After that, Sánchez got the white IPA, but it was lackluster. I got their gold winner Brett Saison. Best (and only) saison I’ve had in CDMX and on my top 5 saisons all around, but I like Amante’s saison better.
The conclusion at Cyprez: get their saison. The taproom is in a small corner, service was great, and the bathrooms were clean. It is the most awarded brewery in CDMX and they display all of them on their wall. The beer art is nice. But… besides the saison, it wasn’t something I got excited about. If you like your bretty beers, this is probably your best choice in el Chilango.
Brewery 2: Falling Piano Brewing Co.
I visited last year and thought it was going to be shit because I’ve had them in cans and I threw them all away. I was impressed. Out of the flight of 10, 2 were impressively good, 5 were okay, and three were bad but still drinkable. Nothing I would throw away. It was the only taproom that spoke to me in English upon arrival. The place wasn’t very busy.
This time, the place was busy, especially for how early it was. There was a lonely bearded American drinking and analyzing the beer. The rest of the tables were busy with all sorts of hipsters.
They didn’t have flights, so I asked for a taster of their Tucsi Pop just to confirm it was the same Berliner I liked the year before. It was. I tried their pilsner just to see if it was nice and clean. It was. But knowing that they will most likely disappear, collaboration beers always call my name.
I got the Phantasm hazy IPA, a collaboration with Cerveza Rrëy. Nice solid hazy. I forgot what Sánchez ordered, but I also remember thinking it was solid.
My second pint was an American IPA collaboration with OBNI, a brewery located near the hospital where I was born in Coyoacán! Fantastic and again very solid American IPA. Those types of beers that you can keep drinking without thinking. Again, forgot what Sánchez got but also thought it was solid.
If I lived in CDMX I would go to Falling Piano all the time. It is also the only one that has a brewery and a tap room. It’s VERY American despite having a bunch of Chilango stuff written on the wall. I don’t say it is American in a bad way. I mean that it has trivia nights, bathrooms are clean, they do brewery tours, beer pong, and speed dating, and they do more games and events than typical Mexican bars would not. Not to mention, they have an actual falling piano hanging from the ceiling in the middle of their fermentation tanks and mashers.
Simply put: it’s a very well-made brewery. Not like the garbage I tasted when cans first arrived in Baja (I had a few and ended up pouring them down the drain).
Brewery 3: La Roma Brewing
This is another place I visited the year prior. The taproom shares space with Villa Koapa Brewing Co. (which my brain translates to Koopa Troopa Brewing) and Cervecería Escollo. They have flights and we ended up trying 10.
The previous year I had a blueberry smoothie sour and it blew my mind. How did CDMX get involved in such experimental brews?! Well, Roma did it again. This time with a mango smoothie sour. It was delicious and my favorite beer in CDMX. Roma is very good and could be isolated from its buddies. Not to hate VKCP or Escollo, but Roma’s brews are fantastic they hold on their own.
From there, we were pretty drunk and it wasn’t even 7 p.m. We got some Ecobicis and drunkenly rode through CDMX without any issues. We ate panuchos de cochinita pibil at a street stand near Sánchez’s place. I saw cockroaches creeping everywhere, but I still trusted my local tour guide. The panucho was delicious. The after-effects weren’t. My stomach does not have the immune system of a Chilango though I was born there.
Back in the apartment, we napped to go out later. We woke up from the nap at around 11 p.m. Way too late to go to breweries. Late to go out for two dudes in their late 30s (shit I’m old).
We still went out. To nearby bars in downtown CDMX. They were loud. They were all the same. None of them sold craft beer. They all seemed like a tourist trap. They were all tourist traps. After going through the whole street, we settled for a bar at the beginning that had live music. When we sat down, the live music ended. We ordered XX lager and ambar. The waiter (who was Argentinean) was very pushy in getting us to buy a bucket of beers instead. 80 pesos a beer. The bucket would be 10 beers but at 60 pesos. I would rather pay extra to leave the place than be forced to stay there. And my stomach wasn’t well.
Also, the bar sucked. Fuck that bar. The band was good, the reason it won from all other shitty-looking bars. But that’s what all bars were. Shitty tourist trap bars in the middle of downtown CDMX.
We went back to bed after.
Fuck. I got super busy again. Tour yesterday. It went great. The guy that hired me has followed my shit for a few years. He came with his two adult kids, wife, and father-in-law. It was the usual tour of seafood and beers. It went great.
I also had a photoshoot that went great. It started on the streets of Tijuana with great sunlight and then we drove to my apartment to my studio that is falling apart.
There. I just finished editing. Paparazzi-style pictures of a couple. I should offer those shoots more. They fit with my style. It’s what I do best. People love paparazzi bullshit.
Now back to writing about CDMX.
Day 2. Domingo en CDMX.
We woke up late and started biking around the city past noon. Per a recommendation of a friend (Ferni) we went to Tacos El Paisa. On our way there, we bumped into an Otaku convention of a large proportion. I stopped to take some pictures, but there are nothing special.
Tacos el Paisa specializes on suadero, but they also have longaniza, tripa, campechanos, and al pastor. I ordered cuatro de suadero. I also wanted to try their pastor, but it wasn’t ready.
The tacos are small but the suadero pieces are big and chunky. Excellent red salsa. I got great pictures. Check out the instapost:
#Tacos #CDMX #cdmxtacos #food #foodphotographer #foodie #tour #tourguide
Do hashtags really work?
I made myself hungry for tacos that I cannot have.
From there we biked to Izakaya Kura Sushi. Though we just had tacos, we went to another restaurant. Turns out some Tijuana friends were in CDMX. We met up with Willy and Marianna at the restaurant.
The menu is gigantic. 41 pages big, I prefer small menus. Many of their items came “fresh” from Ensenada. They also had Perro del Mar and other Wendlandt beers. I rather visit Ensenada if I want food from there, but we were already in supposedly what is some of the best sushi in CDMX.
I was disappointed. It was okay at best. Marianna got what I wanted to order (the simple toro roll). That was the best thing I’ve tried, though I had better.
I opted for the “Callo Mayo” instead, which had scallops, tobiko, parmesan cheese, and sauces. All you could taste was the chipotle mayo-like sauce and some warmish scallops (and nice parmesan). No bueno.
Sánchez got the ramen that I barely got to try. It tasted okay. It looked just okay. Willy got a couple of rolls that were also covered in sauces with not much taste.
The table next to us had Japanese people eating. What they ordered looked better. But who can guess right from a menu with 41 pages? It would take several visits to the restaurant to find what is actually good on the menu, because what I was served… wasn’t.
They also forgot to bring the edamame we ordered as an entree and the plates came in odd timing (the last plate took 10 minutes after we were all done eating). Beers were great because they were Sapporo and Wendlandt.
#sushi #CDMX #food #foodphotographer #foodie #tour #tourguide #foodreview #ramen
I’m not that hungry for that sushi, but I could eat some sushi right now.
From there, we went to Marianna’s fancy Airbnb in La Condesa, a tall building with strict security, a rooftop pool and sauna (that we didn’t see), and a spacious two-bedroom apartment with great views. At my request, we continued to beer tour.
Taproom #1: Hercules’ Lager Bar.
Magnificent. Hercules is the best beer in central Mexico. And they have a taproom dedicated only to their lager beers. Though it is not needed, I wish they had more guest beers. The small corner space in Roma has beautiful green tiles, nice fixtures, shelves with vinyl records, and a smooth concrete bar.
Disappointedly, they close at 8 pm on Sundays (we were there shortly after 7 pm). The kitchen was closed and Marianna was hungry. We each got a pint: Comet Salvo (hoppy lager) Lágermaiz (corn lager), Superlager (extra bitter pilsner), and Oktoberfeest (Marzën). All excellent though I took a special liking to the lágermaiz.
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Taproom #2: Drunkendog
I didn’t want to visit Drunkendog since I already had the previous year and I knew what to expect, a taproom with a lot of Baja beers. But Marianna was hungry and I wanted beers, Drunkendog was nearby and it was the best choice. Another place with beautiful green tile in the fresa part of town.
Marianna got an esquite that was served with some sort of beef broth. Though I only got to taste the end of it, I thought it was rich and flavorful.
I got a “Patacán Viena” by Itañeñe, a local CDMX brewery. It was a fairly smooth viena with Saaz hops. At my suggestion, Sanchez got Cardera’s mango chamoy Berliner (one of my favorite beers from previous years). Willy got an IPA from Left Hang Brewing, a brewery in Denver. And Marianna got a coke zero…
Bar #3: Bizarro Café y Terraza
This was not my choice, but Willy’s. He had some friends he wanted to meet that were there for the Depeche Mode concert. The bar was on a terrace nearby. It was full with Depeche Mode fans and it played their music. They had local craft beers, but they told me they ran out, so I opted for Cerveza León, a commercial beer you rarely see in Tijuana.
Willy and Marianna went back to their Airbnb after that.
Brewery #4: Terraza Morenos
Not far from the bizzaro café was the new Terraza Morenos. I’ve gone to the Morenos taproom in Roma before and thought it was great, albeit small. I wanted to see the terraza. I asked at the entrance how long they had been open. He replied since 3 pm. I asked again. He said: “Oh, like 2 months now.”
Google Maps indicated it closed at 11 p.m. We got there after 10 p.m. Despite this, they did not close until midnight.
Oh! The hazy paradise. So many hazys on tap. And they are excellent. It was tough to choose but collaborations called my name. They had a hazy in collaboration with a brewery from Paris and another with a brewery from New York City. They had hazy collaborations with a bunch of other breweries. Morenos has perfected hazy beers of all kinds. Hazy beers have expanded to DDH (double dry hop), DHIPAs (Double Hazy IPAs), Tropical hazys, a mix of it all, and more. We got four different beers and found them all fantastic. Morenos is killing it with the hazys.
They didn’t have flights, so I had to order small pints (12 ounces). Also hungry, Sánchez got “Belgian fries” good but overpriced at 190 pesos for a small portion. I got a bao bun fried chicken. It was supposed to be Korean style but it tasted more like it was bathed in Valentina. Despite this, the bao bun was tasty and the chicken was nice and crunchy.
We left before midnight, got some EcoBicis, and pedaled back to Sánchez place.
Gotta pick up the girlfriend. Then go training Muay Thai with Tito while she runs laps. Then more shit probably. CDMX part 3 continues mañana.
Day 3. Lunes con sabor a fin en CDMX.
My last day in CDMX was Monday with the feeling of the weekend. Except, Sánchez had to go to work. I told Marianna and Willy I was going to have breakfast with them at around 10:30 a.m. I woke up at 11…
They also woke up late but were already having breakfast. Then they were going to Torre Latinoamericana, which is near Sánchez place, so I told them I would meet them there.
Strolling around near Palacio de Bellas Artes looking for Willy, I got recognized. It happens in TJ all the time. People will recognize me even though my following isn’t that large. But in CDMX… I was surprised.
Some dude with his girlfriend came up to me and said “eres de el de Tijuana, verdad?” And I was like uhh yeah. And the girlfriend was like “my boyfriend is always showing me your videos.” They were from Tijuana and also visiting CDMX. So that made sense.
I got awkward as always and told them I was lost looking for a friend and parted ways.
Willy was near the tower and told me it was 170 pesos to go up and they didn’t want to do it. Instead, they wanted to visit FrikiPlaza, something I also did the year prior, but I didn’t mind doing it again. On our way there, I bought a panque de nata for 25 pesos. Holy shit it was so nice and buttery and good. No panadería in Tijuana will deliver something similar for that price.
FrikiPlaza was as nerdy as ever. There was a Chun Li outfit I wanted to buy for my girlfriend (I should have). Marianna was there to buy a plastic choker.
We went around Barrio Chino taking pictures while Marianna did some shopping. Sat at the park by Bellas Artes for a while deciding what to do. And we ended up biking all the way back to the Roma/Condesa area to meet up with another friend from Tijuana, el Mike.
We were trying to decide where to have lunch and I asked Sánchez. He suggested Lavadero Roma. We met Mike on the way and headed to the restaurant. It was closed when we got there despite Google Maps saying it was open.
Mercado Roma was on the following block and though it is a tourist trap, we went. We were, after all, tourists. As for my luck, Cervecería Pacheco was there. I inquired a little bit. The blonde dude outside the bar was Esteban Pacheco of the brewery. I told him what I do. He told me he would serve me tasters of all the beers he had and enthusiastically told me about them.
Before going to Pacheco Brewery, I posted in a beer forum. Someone said that Pacheco beers sucked.
They didn’t. They weren’t the best. But they were drinkable. The rice lager was okay, it tasted like a watered-down rice lager. He then poured me a sour beer with Lucas candy on the rim. It was delicious but barely tasted like beer. But also a tad water down. If it had more of a twang and alcohol finish, it would be better. It was followed by a West Coast IPA that had something wrong but I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly. Still, not horrible for some horrible shit I’ve had in CDMX before (I’m looking at you Yeccan).
Then Pacheco served his red ale, Revolución. He also showed me the art on the bottle which is nice. It had that same wrongness from the West Coast IPA, something about it, perhaps autolysis but not quite. Still, he was proud. Told me he hated when people ask for a “cerveza clara u obscura.” It is a question I also dislike. Dark or light beers…
Where do you put red beers then? And what about golden stouts? Or black IPAs?
SRM matters! Of sorts…
He was also proud of his sour beer and told me it was not that sour on purpose. More of an invitation to new palates, for younger craft drinkers (hence the Lucas rim). My friends were leaving to go back to Marianna’s Airbnb and change for the Depeche Mode concert. I wanted more beer and I still had a couple more tasters.
In a rush and still talking to Pacheco and company, I drank the last two. One was a chipotle stout, and the other was also a stout but in a rush, I didn’t even pay attention to it.
Though they told me Pacheco sucked, I disagree. It’s doing alright. Not as good as the others I tried. But it’s trending in the right direction and I trust that they will get better.
After that, I ran towards the Tijuana crew and to the Airbnb. We got three giant Victoria beers to drink while getting ready for Depeche Mode…
Depeche Mode – Memento Mori Tour
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Back in Marianna’s Airbnb, they got ready for Depeche Mode. Willy had an extra ticket, he insisted on me going. I didn’t want to. I don’t really care for Depeche Mode. I don’t dislike them. But I don’t like the me enough to go see them live…
Willy even said he would give me clothes to wear. Then he started playing Depeche Mode on YouTube to get pumped for the concert. In one of the videos, the singer is wearing a leather jacket and shirtless underneath. I imitated the look and texted my girlfriend. She said I looked great…
So we did a photoshoot with our Depeche Mode gear.
I was still not going. I wanted to drink more craft beer, not go to a concert. We flipped a coin for it. Aguila o sol. Sol was going to the show. It was at Foro Sol, so that made sense.
Fuck.
It landed on sol.
I went to the Depeche Mode with that outfit, eye makeup and everything. Marianna’s outfit was also flashy, a see through sparkling dress. Willy and Mike went all black with eye makeup.
We were the only ones in the concert with such flashy shit. The rest of the people were dressed normal. There were some people wearing leather jackets. There were a lot of people wearing all black. But there was nothing flashy or extraordinary. Marianna’s dress was the craziest outfit I saw (and it wasn’t even that crazy). And there I was. Shirtless with a leather jacket in middle of Foro Sol thinking a lot of people would be wearing more extravagant shirt. Only Depeche Mode wore shit like that.
The show…
Well. I enjoyed it. I got bored for a bit in the middle. I wanted to go back before traffic got bad. The show is a bit slow despite all the promises from Willy that it was wild and that the drummer goes in crazy drum solos (he didn’t). It was a solid performance from a very old band. Most people in the audience were 40 or older. Old people. Me. I’m old.
That’s why there was no extravagant outfits. 40+ year olds don’t post much on social media. They are there for the concert. They all still all record fucking everything.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t as gay as I thought it was going to be. I thought Depeche Mode fans were gayer than that. Especially in CDMX were there is a lot of gayness everywhere.
It was also very easy to move through the crowd. I could have swam to the front to be near the stage, but Willy said he was comfortable in the back. I easily went back and forth from the bathrooms to our spot, weaving through people traffic like nothing. I’ve been to crowded shows were you can’t move at all.
Depeche Mode left for the obvious encore. People sang “ole ole ole” for them to comeback. We chanted “doo doo dodo doo doooo” to the tune of Just Can’t Get Enough. Some people followed our chanting, but it faded away quickly.
They came back.
They started playing Just Can’t Get Enough. Proceeded with their other greatest hits. To end with…
Fucking Personal Jesus.
My most hated song by them. I can’t stand that fucking song. I wanted out by then. It sounded better live, sure. But I still can’t stand that fucking song.
We stayed till the end. The show ended. They were bowing and doing their farewells and shit and Willy still wanted to see all that. I urged him that we should leave.
Getting back to Marianna’s Airbnb was a bit of a nightmare. No more Metro. Shit tons of people. Shit ton of overpriced taxis yelling at you to get in. No practical Uber unless we walk for a mile or so.
And so we did. Finally back to the Airbnb at 1:30 a.m. My flight was at 9:30 a.m. Security at the building was being a dick and told us we couldn’t stay. I tried sleeping for a few minutes and security call the apartment urging us to leave. Fucking dick security.
But it work for the best. I called a Didi to Sánchez place. Saw the city at the dead of the night on a Monday. Got to Sánchez place. He was drinking Modelos and was up to play some Smash or something. I was destroyed from the concert and needed sleep.
Next morning, I said bye and thanks to Sánchez and went to Estación Metro Balderas to go back to the airport. I got on the wrong side of the metro and went two stations the opposite direction. Then corrected myself. Got lost a bit again and finally arrived to Terminal Aérea with plenty of time. Got off the wrong side of the metro station and had to walk for a bit to make it to the airport, but again, plenty of time.
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