Day 2 in the DF

I have a new passion – it’s name is Concha which is a pan dulce bread and the Conchita which is a muffin.  A sweet bun on the bottom and a crunchy  scallop shell shaped topping of cocoa and cinnamon-totally awesome.  I discovered these breakfast treats in my pastry basket on Sunday morning.  I’ve never had one before – they are heavenly.  Those of you who know me know that I rarely will eat a muffin but hey, I’m on vacation!

Day 2 in the DF started at 8:30A meeting Alvaro in the lobby of the hotel.  It’s not really a lobby but more like a sitting area out of Architectural Digest.  Alvaro mapped out the day and off we went.  First by taxi to the Paseo de la Reforma, a large boulevard reminescent of the Champs Elysee which cuts across Mexico City.  It’s home to many embassies including the American Embassy, shops, hotels and on Sunday it is closed to cars.  Only bikes, pedestrians and running clubs, lots of running clubs.

We walked 8 miles on Sunday.  We took taxis, trains and walked!  There are things about Mexico City that you probably don’t know:  Chapultepec Park, in the heart of the city, is four times the size of Central Park; it has the largest and one of the best universities in the world, with over 300,000 students and it’s free; it has beautiful boulevards; more museums than any city in the world; an amazing opera house; the most theatre outside of New York City; and, artwork everywhere in the streets.

The following are two walls on a building at UNAM, the University of Mexico.  All four walls of the building are mosaic murals done in different mediums using ceramic tiles and stone from Mexico.  They were done by the artists, Sigueiros, Ribiero, Orozco and Diego Rivera who were official painters of the revolution.  The walls show the history of Mexico as the new revolution or students revolution.

The university is also a big dog park.  We encountered lots of dogs and this one especially caught our eye – a Mexican Hairless!

From the University we taxied over to Coyoacan which is a borough at the edge of Mexico City and is the home of Frida Kahlo.  Its a tourist town now with artists, boutiques, street vendors from all over Mexico, a great market and home to the oldest coffee bar in Mexico, El Jarocho.  We had to buy coffee to bring home it was so good!

It was lunch time when we got to Coyoacan and Alvaro knew just where to take us.  In a building open to the street are multiple food stalls with counter seating, each cooking a specialty, tacos, quesadillas, gorditas, sopes, posoles.  Everyone has a favorite and at lunch time on a holiday weekend you have to jockey for a spot to sit.  We sat down to some delicious quesadillas of pork and chicken and a special taco made from the fungus of corn called Huitlacoche.  It doesn’t sound good but it was quite delicious.  And guess what, there were some Patriots fans in the crowd!

It was getting late and we didn’ want to miss the beginning of the game so we headed back to the hotel.  We watched the first half of the game at the hotel in English and the sad second half at a restaurant around the corner in Spanish.  The restaurant was full of mostly Giants fans and we left there demoralized!  Nothing that a little food couldn’t take are of.

We ended Day 2 at Puerto Madero, an Argentinian steakhouse in the Polanco.  A 30 ounce bone-in ribeye done to perfection which we hardly made a dent in, perfectly grilled vegetables and a big baked potato! We washed dinner down with a good Malbec!

Stay tuned for Day 3.

See you at the bar….