The Street Foods of Mexico City: Don't Be Afraid, Just Eat It.

Ready to devour the tacos al pastor at El Huequito

Most mainstream guidebooks and Web sites about visiting Mexico City contain dire warnings against eating the street food. These admonitions are often panicked in tone: "Do not, under any circumstances, eat anything from a street vendor! Ever! Stay away!"

What a shame.

I cannot imagine walking by all of the glorious stands filled with beautiful tacos, papas, tortas, tlacoyos, and more - and not ever tasting one single thing. And I don't think you can get a true culinary picture of the city and its vibrant culture without experiencing the joys of street eating. Now, I am not suggesting that you eat anything you please, from any stand that strikes your fancy. Just like anywhere else, in Mexico City most food providers adhere to acceptable or even exemplary standards of hygiene, while a minority of others most definitely do not.

Some of it comes down to research. Nicholas Gilman's book, Good Food in Mexico City, as well as his blog of the same name, are fabulous resources to the street foods (and restaurants of all types) of the city. You also need to exercise common sense. Before chowing down, ask yourself: Does the place look clean? Good. Is it busy? Great - locals know a good thing, and that means there's a lot of turnover on the food. Is the person who is cooking the food also handling the money? Not so good - best to move on. I also read somewhere that squeezing liberal amounts of lime on everything can help keep stomach upset at bay. No problem, as lime accompanies just about everything, and is muy rico!

But know that no matter how much due diligence you perform, eventually something may not agree with you. I'm not going to lie - I had a day of tummy tumult near the end of the trip. But so what? It was worth it, and supposedly travel is about trying new things and broadening your horizons, right?  I wouldn't have missed any of these food experiences for twice the tummy trouble - and I think by the end of this post you'll see why.

One of my favorite street foods were the tacos al pastor from El Huequito. We went multiple times. Tacos like this make me want to cry for the people who think that those hard, bright yellow, crispy/hard corn tortilla shells they get in the "Mexican" section of the grocery store have anything to do with actual Mexican food.

If that hunk of goodness on the right reminds you of gyro meat you aren't wrong -  this concept was brought to Mexico City by Lebanese immigrants in the '50s. The meat is cut very thin, and the spit must be constantly rotated so the meat doesn't burn. As a result, it's wonderfully crispy, a great contrast with the soft corn tortilla, which is rolled up like a tube. Poppa Trix shot this short video of the taco master at work. I was too busy stuffing my face.

Get them "con todo," i.e., with everything

 Just down the street is Taqueria los Cocuyos, with its big bubbling vat of meats:

 You pick out the meat you want and the guy with the cleaver chops it up, fries it, and stuffs it in a corn tortilla. Poppa had the meat on the upper left:

 As well as whatever is in that tube, which I also had. It was very spicy, very chorizo-like:

 I am not sure what cuts these were exactly. As you can see from the sign, it could have been brain (sesos), cabeza (head), cheek (cachete), eye (ojo) lengua (tongue) gizzard (molleja) ...

 Whatever the meats were, these tacos were amazing. As always, get them con todo. Look how colorful!

The perfect snack after a night watching the luchadors at Lucha Libre!

Poppa was in heaven:

Early in our trip, we went on a mission to find a particular torta stand at the Lagunilla Market. I was psyched to have a cochinita pibil torta, while Poppa had a hankering for the torta de bacalao, or salted fish. When we set out on our quest, we had no idea how huge the market is, and it took us much wandering around, and asking many people "Donde estan las tortas de bacalao, por favor?" before we finally found it.

Success! 

 As good as they were, we did witness something a bit troubling as we ate: The guy who made our tortas handled money from another customer, and then made another torta without washing his hands. Doh! Time to move on. And I'm so glad we did, because we happened upon another stand that looked very promising, and it was here that I had one of my new favorite things, tlacoyos, long, thick torpedo shaped corn cakes stuffed with cheese or beans and topped with goodies. Here, our bean-stuffed tlacoyo is topped with nopales (cactus), onion, cilantro, and queso fresco:

We also had blue corn quesadillas. This one was stuffed with flor de calabaza, or zucchini flowers and cheese:

 And this one has a real treat, huitlacoche. Sometimes referred to as Mexican truffles, it's actually a corn fungus. How to describe the taste? Earthy, a tad fermented ... very big umami flavor:

 This is the woman who lured us to her tlacoyo stand. So glad she did!

 I spent a long time watching these women shape the tlacoyos, but I despair of ever creating such perfect specimens:

Of course you have to have little snacks now and then, and we indulged during a trip to the zoo and the castle at Chapultepec Park. These sweet gorditas were scented with cinnamon:

 And I had been craving papas (potato chips) with hot sauce. This bag is for you, Nancy!

One afternoon on the way to the Mercado San Juan, I developed a sudden and intense need for a torta, and we liked the look of this place:

 Poppa approved!

It's so hard to choose my very favorite street food place. As I was eating any given thing I would think: "This is the best thing I have ever had," but the seafood at El Caguamo may be the street food winner, by a nose (or a fin). The stuff here is, by all accounts, as fresh as it gets.  You sit at the counter, in a very tight space, but somehow once you sit it doesn't feel crowded:

 I had the sopa de camaron, or shrimp soup. So salty and spicy and good:

 We had this incredibly flaky empanada:

 And this fried fish, covered in avocado and tomato and mayonnaise:

 And this. The epic seafood cocktail. I tell you, in Mexico City people are not afraid to add acid to their food, to great effect. This was every bit as lusciously good as it looks:

 Our awesome server!

So you see? We ate all that street food, and lived to tell the tale. Nothing to be afraid of. If you ever visit Mexico City, do yourself a favor and don't deprive yourself of one of its greatest joys.

But never fear - that's not all we ate! Stay tuned. Until then ... buen provecho!