We walked though a pretty rough part of Mexico City to get to dinner. It was through an eerie industrial neighborhood. After business hours when no one wants to buy random blenders or washing machine parts the area is barren. Homeless people are sleeping on the curbs, buildings look like they are in all sorts of different states of structural soundness. Every few blocks has a pile of trash on the sidewalk .
We took an Uber home.
Dinner was at a place with out a name or El Lugar Sin Nombre.
The restaurant is across the street from a mangled movie theater that’s boarded up and fenced in. It’s on a sketchy street with huge holes in the sidewalk that are partially covered up by giant wooden wheels from the telephone wire spool.
Inside the entryway to the right along the length of the wall is the kitchen. Right next to me as you enter is a cooks station with a clay Comal or the flat griddle with an open flame below they use to toast fresh tortillas, slowly cook tomatoes, chiles, dry herbs and toast spices. The station also has a big stone metate, the traditional stone pedestal used to grind the nixtamal corn into masa for the tortillas front and center. Sort of like a functioning art piece respecting traditional Mexican cooking. Pretty inviting first look.
The space is long and narrow with high ceilings. A few Tables run along one the wall to the left, and a family style table that seats 8 in the back. The space is industrial, bare bones and beautiful. It has a sort of raw charm complete with those ware house windows and missing a few panels of glass high above the front door.
The cooking happening here is amazing. There is character, personality, voice, restraint and huge amounts of skill, knowledge, and passion. It’s the sort of stuff as a cook that I’ve been trying to find and cultivate within my own cooking my whole career. when someone finds it and puts that much love and heart into what they are cooking you can feel it through the whole place. It’s in it’s bones. Pure magic. Honesty and truth through cooking and food. No fucks given. No bullshit. No drama. Just cooking with heart & passion. #mexicocity #restaurant #inspiration #passion