Saturday, April 14, 2012

Mexican food's final frontier in Paris

Their workers are enormous...
I’ve never eaten at Candelaria.  I like their cocktails, but honestly I’d prefer a 3 euro pint of beer to 12 euro’s worth of gin and syrup.  El Guacamole is good, but for that price I’d rather have a something more than three small tacos.  And I like El Nopal even if it’s messy to eat along the Canal, it’s just not as portable as a falafel.  Mexican food and tacos have made inroads in Paris, much to expatriates’ delight, but it just doesn’t do it for me.

Mexican food can be amazing, there’s no doubt.  But from the boy that grew up in suburban Philadelphia, it was something we’d get for my brother’s birthday dinner or on the way home from piano lessons.  From, yes, Taco Bell, to the one local Mexican restaurant down the street that served up some mean fajitas, “Mexican” always amounted to a sort of comfort food, something regular, normal, familiar, accessible, delicious.  Seeing three tiny tacos for more than ten euros is jarring for someone who would meet friends for late night 69 cent tacos at Taco Bell in the suburbs (even if meat was on par with dog food). 

When I go to El Guacamole, it misses the mark for me completely.  Much like paying 14 euros for a “gourmet” hamburger, Parisian tacos seem like a scam to me.  I don’t want my hamburgers and tacos to become classier than I am (even if they are delicious).