Baron Ambrosia: From da Bronx.
a self-proclaimed “quaffer of culinary consciousness” and travels around New York City, mostly in The Bronx, documenting various ethnic cultures and their indigenous cuisines, represented typically by the small food establishments (including restaurants, food trucks, street vendors, and grocery stores) he visits. Baron Ambrosia has appeared in Fornal’s self-produced video podcast Underbelly NYC and currently stars in the public-access television cable TV channel BronxNet‘s Bronx Flavor.
The lowdown on cilantro (which I like) from last week’s NY Times..
“Some people may be genetically predisposed to dislike cilantro, according to often-cited studies by Charles J. Wysocki of the Monell Chemical Senses Center in Philadelphia. But cilantrophobe genetics remain little known and aren’t under systematic investigation. Meanwhile, history, chemistry and neurology have been adding some valuable pieces to the puzzle.”
El Castillo, Tuluum, Q.R.
More to come here.. a travelogue from September 1980.
Leaving from Houston, to catch the autumnal equinox at Chichen Itza, we arrived in Merida as Hurricane Hermione was passing through. Thus it tended to be wet, which kept your average gringo-bolillo back home.
Huevos motuleños.. some people in our party of 14 kept ordering these thinking they would improve. They never did. Nor did the milanesas.
In Rio Lagartos, we stopped to find a place to eat. The proprietor of one place said “No hay nada pa’ comer. Solamente hay pescado.”
Pescado? Evidently the hurricane had stopped the boats from going out for langostos & shrimps which seem to be preferred by gringo turistas. Fish (pescado) sounded fine to us and shortly, the grill was covered with nice croakers covered with an adobo paste. These were quite tasty with black beans and fresh corn tortillas.
In a cantina in Muna, on the way back from Uxmal, we’d been served tasty grilled pork liver botanas (complementary bar snacks). While we were scarfing these down, we read that there was an outbreak of hog cholera in the Yucatan. Oh well. Can’t scare us.
If you go to Yucatan, you don’t need to drink that Corona bellywash. The Montejo Cerveceria (brewery) makes a wonderful porter called Montejo Leon. One of Mexico’s best beers. Don’t know how easy it is to get in that hellhole, Cancun, though.