Background:
Enrique Olvera opened Pujol back in 2000. 20 years later, it is considered by many as the best restaurant in Mexico, and it consistently makes an appearance on the World’s 50 Best Restaurants List (currently #12). He also has a sister concept, Cosme, in NYC, which is always on the top 50 list as well. Some credit Olvera and Pujol with putting Mexican food on the world map, where today it is hotter than the hottest chili pepper out of Oaxaca. Chefs from all over the world flock to Mexico, Rene Redzepi of Noma being the most famous, to get inspired, find themselves, learn more about God, and maybe to adopt a chihuahua. Speaking of Redzepi, Olvera is definitely part of the Noma gang – a cult of like minded chefs who see the the world of food as an expression of culture, modernism, and anarchy from the traditional, white table clothing fine dining establishment. Scallionpancake definitely follows this train of food thought as well, and will happily drink Kool Aid and wear Nikes with the rest of the Noma-ites.
Growing up in the US, but in the part of the US that is not close to Mexico (South Carolina), I’ve always thought of Mexico in the stereotypical ways that most white Americans think of Mexico – either a dangerous and drug lord infested or a place where teenagers go on spring break to lose their virginities. Obviously, this is borderline racist, wrong of me, and couldn’t be further from the truth. Puerto Vallarta and Mexico City couldn’t have been more fascinating and beautiful, and it’s filled with the nicest people, the most delicious food, and rich history. And even better, Mexico is so close to us – a quick three-hour non-stop flight from Charlotte to Mexico City and you’re a 20 minute Uber ride from eating delicious tacos. What this trip to Mexico taught me was even seasoned travelers like Yvonne and myself have stereotypes of places that are untrue and embarrassingly ignorant. That’s what makes travel so magical and so important, because as more people travel to places where people don’t look like us, or share our same culture backgrounds or heritage, we realize that we’re got way more in common then we have differences.
Now that I’m off my high horse, let’s talk food.
Eat This:
There are two dining options at Pujol. You can either make a reservation in the dining room where a seven course tasting menu is offered (a choice either of either sea (2554 pesos) or corn (2227 pesos), or you can eat at the taco bar and indulge in a 10 course taco menu. We chose the main dining section, and we were each allowed to pick a different tasting menu, so Yvonne went with the corn, and I went with the sea.
Earlier in the day, we had eaten at Quintonil for lunch, which was amazing, but was also a three-hour tasting menu. So, we were still pretty full from that experience; however, we are not quitters…we are Pancakes. And as a Pancake, sometimes you book two tasting menus in a day. Last time we did this was in Lima, where we did Maido and Astrid & Gaston in the same day. We vowed after that to never do that again, but that was two years ago, and how bad could it really be? Plus, we really only had one day in Mexico City, so we had to squeeze both of them in, no matter how uncomfortable our stomachs might feel at night.