Creativity in Mexican cuisine goes beyond culinary matters... and into the literary realm! We bring the smiles, colours and the flavours of Mexico to your table
The Space Race Will be Mexican.
NASA spent years trying to solve crumbs in space. In zero gravity, they don’t fall. They float. Into eyes, equipment, everywhere.
A Mexican astronaut brought tortillas.
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People here are polite to titles and unimpressed by them. A dangerous mix for a dictator.
In April 1945, Mussolini drove into that equation. In this corner of the lake, strangers do not get to write the ending.
Just 350 metres downhill, a modest trattoria. The first thing you notice is not the food, it is the tone.
‘No pizza, no industrial pasta, no tourist menu.’
The menu defends the territory with ingredients, not slogans.
Inside, a short seasonal menu lists today’s lake fish. Not marketing. A contract.
The lake gives what the weather allows, the kitchen buys from the same hands, the diner accepts the truth of the water.
Culture here is nature translated and repeated on the plate.
The lake sends what the weather allows. The kitchen keeps buying from the same boats. You agree to eat what arrives.
The taste is quiet. The choice behind it is not. The last postcard of Lake Como is this plate, and it ends in your stomach.
Pescato del giorno whispers that the glossy postcard sells the view, but the narrow lane to this Antica Trattoria del Risorgimento tells the real story.
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Tremezzo looks like a postcard. But in a village that shot a dictator, calm is a learned behavior.
Strangers do not write the ending or the menu. Here the menu defends the territory with ingredients, not slogans.👇
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#LostButWellFed#Tremezzo#Lombardy
Mexico’s least Instagrammable combo: a guajolota and hot atole in a foam cup at 4 a.m., delivered by tricycle.
We like to think endurance starts with science. Heart-rate zones and VO₂ max graphs. In Mexico it often starts with street engineering
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A Convict escapes prison four times, hijacks ship, faces samurai cannons in Japan. Survives the escapes dies of a cough.
Meanwhile an oyster thrives by refusing to choose a side. Two takes of survival. 🦪⚓
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#HistoryUnearthed#SamuraiStories#Tasmania
Bullfights are cruel. They are also art. The argument ends at @elvillamelon
Across the avenue it is not slang, it is a legendary taco. The campechano mixes what the plaza divides. Aficionados and anti-taurinos find common ground.
#TacosElVillamelon
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Burnt coffee. Bacon grease. Migas that don’t care what’s trending. It survived the coolification of Austin, oat milk & kale smoothies. Breakfast here is a Texas time capsule. Willie Nelson still watches from the wall.
#CiscosAustin#Migas#AustinEats
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Taco porn for sinners. 🐙🐠🌮
Pulpo suadero. Fish al pastor. Smoked marlin baptized in habanero. A story of salt, smoke, and memory, served hot from Zihuatanejo.
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#TacoCulture#FoodWriting#tacochronicles#LaSirenaGorda
Legendary Tokyo kissaten ages green beans for up to 23 years before roasting, treating coffee like whiskey or wine, where time becomes an ingredient. ☕️🪶
#CoffeeCulture#TravelWriting#Japan#Kissaten#LostButWellFed
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