Comida Mexicano NYC

I'm reliving the Pachuca lifestyle, if only in accessibility to delicious food. Perhaps its the grace of the goddess Demeter, but I've moved into a neighborhood with a Mexican community. There are several Poblano eateries within a few blocks of my house. Poblano is the demonym for the residents of Puebla, a town an hour east of Mexico City. My town was an hour north, so the cuisine is similar.

I had legit albóndigas on Saturday at Taqueria La Asuncion.

Today on the way to the train a street vendor was selling $1 salsa verde tamales. That's what I ate every morning in Pachuca, at almost exactly the same price. Que rico guey!

Note, I have yet to find a delicious burrito in this city.

Today I'm working from Current in Manhattan. I can go in as often as I please. Someone in the office called me "slightly corporate." I guess that's a good way to describe this situation.

World Turned Upside Down.

I can't believe that I'm actually saying this, but I've been having a lot of fun in Los Angeles.

Last night I went to a bar in Echo Park. I had fun. The craziest thing was I didn't even drink a sip of booze. What the fuck?

At the end of the night I was able to indulge in my old Mexican favorite, disgusting-disgusting bacon-wrapped hot dogs.

(great article on the illegal status of the bacon-wrapped hot dog in Los Angeles)

Even though I'm feeling the effects of mild food poisoning, I never thought that this city might actually be livable.