Okay so I said in my last post that I missed the stars more than anything, and that still holds true however in a close second place at the moment is Mexican food. Tacos (and I mean the good ones in a soft corn tortilla with pork and a little salsa), posole like my Uncle Agustin used to make, tamales, the list can go on but its making my stomach growl so I will stop there.
The Brits get a lot of things right, but unfortunately Mexican food isn't one of them. Let me tell you about my first experience with British tacos (pronounced with a hard A like in apple), they were comprised of soft flour tortillas (ok, but come on corn is best - the soft not that crunchy American ones) ground turkey (which is fine, it works in a pinch), British cheddar (again ok), tomatoes (we're good), and rotini pasta. Hold up wait rotini pasta? In a taco? Yep that's were it all went wrong. Now I'm not saying it wasn't tasty because surprisingly it was ok. I wouldn't call it Mexican, maybe British tacos?
Second Mexican meal in the UK, Wahaca. This was pretty good I have to say, they had soft corn tortillas and slow cooked pork. I think they have adjusted the recipes for a British palate though, it just didn't have the same flavours I have grown up with. But while not as good as homemade I did enjoy it. Cocktails weren't bad either.
Third Mexican meal, Chilangos, this is very similar to the chains in America like Costa Vida and Chipotle. Again not authentic, but very tasty. They have a slow cooked pork belly that is to die for and the guacamole is pretty tasty. The only downfall they don't do street tacos which was go to at Costa Vida. I can however get a tasty burrito bowl (minus the flour tortilla wrap) that satiates my craving for Mexican flavours in a pinch.
The short of this post? I'm craving good authentic Mexican food like my aunt and uncle used to make. Those slow cooked beans, fresh tortillas, sopas, posole, the list goes on. At the very least if I could just get my hands on some corn tortillas I might just survive....
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