The calavera, also know as a “sugar skull”, is a now a mainstream identifier of Mexico. The calavera actually comes from Dia de los Muertos, Day of the Dead, which is a celebration of, well, you’ve got it, the dead. It involves food, another central staple of Mexican culture, and Mole Taco Bar is a perfect ode to that celebration of death and life.
In all honesty, I would expect that if I was in Mexico, calling something “street kitchen” meant that I had a 50-50 change of either having the meal of my life or getting some exotic kind of bowel disease. In London terms, this just means a food truck, this “establishment” of sorts that has gained incredibly big traction with the foodie community. They even make movies about food truck.
For a Catholic country like Mexico to produce such a sinful food as the burrito is simply beyond me – two deadly sins, lust and gluttony, combined in a wonderful wrap of joy and pleasure. Certainly enough, the attempt to recreate it at an industrial level has not helped the cause, but it’s still a great lunch option if you don’t fear flatulence (it’s the beans).
There are many things that Mexico means to me – the best ice-cream I ever ate, the longest flight (19h) I ever took, accidentally smuggling weapons inside the country. Having been so inspirational to my own life, I cannot be surprised that it has inspired chains and restaurants around the world as well.
From Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead) to sombreros, drug cartels and Aztec Temples, Mexico really does have it all – and this includes an amazing cuisine. Enter claim to expertise in regards to this wonderful food based solely on the fact that I have visited the country and we have a recipe for success. So does the chain further the cause?
To make sense of this blog post, I should contextualize the situation: if you, my dear, lovely reader, actually read my blog with ardent passion (highly unlikely), you will have noticed that last time I ended up in Gordon’s Wine Bar. As such, after half a bottle of wine, hunger had finally silenced my wallet’s wailing. It’s just safe to say that maybe this post should be read after downing a healthy glass of wine.