Cafe de Tacuba
With the prospect of the Gaggan mystery evening ahead at Pujol in the evening, I wasn’t entirely sure what to eat during the day, not least because I was booked for the 6pm sitting which was a rather unfamiliar dining hour.
I decided that one late morning meal would suit both my desire for sleep and my need to be fed and digested before dinner.
I took a wander and bumped into an odd looking place called Cafe de Tacuba. It turned out to be one of the oldest restaurants in the city in a former convent. I asked for a table and was told to come back in ten minutes. What the fuck was this place, El Cartel?
I duly reappeared and was shown to a table in a awesomely terrifying dining space. Waitresses were in full convent outfits. It was kinda creepy but what a place.
I had a feeling that the food wouldn’t match the surroundings. And so it proved.
I had a decent garlic soup to open but the accompanying cheese on toast – nice idea – was in Kraft cheese slice territory.
Their house speciality is their enchilladas, so I ordered their classic version. This was three pieces of drenched chicken wrap with the saucy cheese or cheesy sauce pretty bland and uninspiring. The shredded chicken was of really good quality but that was the best that could be said for things.
This didn’t particularly detract from what was a fun experience in a fairly amazing place. It’s definitely an eatery to visit when you’re in town but don’t expect an all-time gastronomic fireworks display.
Blythe scores Cafe de Tacuba
3/5 for food
3/5 for presentation
5/5 for setting
4/5 for service
giving an overall 15/20
I ate: sopa de ajo, house special enchilladas
I drank: inky beer
I wore: action footwear
Total bill: $422
Address: Calle de Tacuba 28, Centro, Ciudad de Mexico