El Globo Restaurante

Feels like being en Mexico

They never cease to amaze me. So many different aspects of greatness here, and only caters to locals. It’s a good plan to bring a spanish speaker, but you can barely get by ordering with only English because they are all super friendly.
There are separate cooks for things like tacos arabes, do the carnitas in a giant vat of oil, they make their own tortillas fresh, lots of seating, makers of the super cemita, they are open past midnight with an al pastor spinner outside (real al pastor, with pork slabs topping each other on the spit). Every time, I learn something more about this place and I’m like, woahhh.
I frequently refer to this as my Nixtamal killer. This used to be one of my best kept secrets, but there is so much information out there on the internet, that it doesn’t really matter, it won’t blow up. I’m glad just to tell people who read my lists.

«How’s Adam?»
We’re all just going to die.
He doesn’t want to kill himself.
Life. In. Eternity.
Of course we could take surface streets.
But we’d probably just get lost.
Grasshopper Taco?
???
Chapulines?
Champiñón?
Cuitlacoche?
Hongos?
No. Gracias.
Los Mismos Amigos (tres) sin bicicletas.
You are going to spoil your appetite.
But frozen custard is so close.
We’re all just going to die.
Why haven’t you killed yourself?
«I live in the future.»