December 14, 2018 Breakfast, Mexican, Mexico No Comments

La Parroquia de Veracruz

As is perhaps to be expected from my staunchly contrarian character, I’m finding Mexico City – possibly the busiest, most hectic and loudly vibrant city in the world – to be tremendously relaxing. This is in part due to me staying in a very comfortable hotel next door to which I spotted a pretty ropey looking cafe that I fancied giving a try.

Called La Parroquia de Veracruz it’s a pretty solid tourist trap cafe in a sort of canteen style. Prices aren’t expensive but you can probably find cheaper and better without too much effort. But I was in a cushioned bubble of doziness and really just wanted a quick feed before my mid-morning nap.

I took a seat and despite my flawless greetings to all they seemed to instinctively know that the menu in English would be best for me.

The menu was extremely broad with both international and local breakfast options in a range of styles from light and healthy to fairly substantially artery-hardening. I was keen to keep it local so opted for a Mexican staple, chilaquiles.

This is a dish that strikes me as having similar origins to bubble n squeak. It’s essentially tortilla chips topped with sauce – it can be red or green, traditionally – with the addition of perhaps some meat such as chicken or in this case a pair of fried eggs.

This soon arrived looking pretty monstrous and accompanied by a white roll for sauce mopping. I’d also tried their espresso which was pretty cack.

The chilaquiles was hearty and filling. The eggs had runny yolks, the red sauce was brightly spiced and well seasoned and the chips were a blend of soggy and crisp which I suspect is the preferred way. It felt like someone’s nutty idea of a dirty hangover breakfast transformed into a national dish. It was curiously satisfying and served to wake me up enough to go forth and walk around a gallery or two rather than head for more snoozing, so definitely did me good service.

Overall, La Parroquia was probably a notch or two better than I thought it would be. It served simple and hearty fare to a pretty decent standard. I’m sure there is better to be found, but if you feel practically somnambulant you’ll be amply served by stumbling across its threshold.

Blythe scores La Parroquia
3.5/5 for food
3/5 for presentation
4/5 for service
3/5 for setting
giving an overall 13.5/20

I ate: chilaquiles with eggs

I drank: espresso

I wore: black and white linens

Total bill: $138

Address: Calle Palma 44, Centro, Ciudad de Mexico

Written by BKR