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![]() ![]() Time and time again, this megalopolis of 20 million people reminds me that one can never hold on to assumed truths about any neighborhood's profile.īecause at the end of the day, everyone in Mexico is a taco lover. I was in heaven, and left a bit ashamed by my own stereotyping. And it was just steps from Polanco's embassies and trendy antros that cater to people who like $15 martinis. It had all the good meats – bistec, pollo, chorizo – a full barrage of salsas, queso, and all the Mexican Coke or Boing de guava that your heart could desire. The stand was surrounded with people and crackling with energy at four in the morning. As we were leaving – tipsy, hungry, and not exactly flush with cash – the taco gods smiled. ![]() Polanco isn't a place where I would necessarily hang out on a weekend night, but friends from L.A. ![]() April 1, 2013— - A couple years ago I went to a magazine party near the ritzy Polanco district in Mexico City. ![]()
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