Lunch was just as spectacular as breakfast, a friend, although I don’t remember which one, told me I had to go Origen and I am so glad they did! It has a very low key entrance, so when you enter you are taken a back by the rustic beauty, the colorful whimsical color choices and then you sit down and are greeted so warmly and then their is the food…When you sit down you get these fried tortilla “crackers” with a spicy yellow pepper dip.After much hemming and hawing I decided on a local artisanal beer “ale” made in DF – Mexico City.Then a small bowl of Queso Oaxaca with powdered black pepper and olive oil appeared. The water who spoke more english than most was incredibly charming (and if I might say handsome) and he kept trying to get me to order some Oaxaca made Mescal… This is my beet salad with hazelnut foam and beet granita…They were out of sucking pig so I had to settle for the local organic Turkey. It was cooked in a pumpkin seed sauce that was thick, rich and had a touch of sweetness it reminded me of a curry, but it wasn’t. Green beans, carrots and small squash with pan fried with the sauce the Turkey was served on top. I have eaten dried up Turkey all my life and let me just say if we could get Turkey like this and cook it like this we would be eating it every day. I should have asked what the cut was – it tasted like thigh meat but something told me it was actually the most amazing moist breast ever.
So I went over to the Mescal cabinet and in the spirit of eating and drinking local I ordered some, El Jalgorio “Cuice” I think it what it was called. The waiter Antonio was telling me it is made from a particular kind of Agave that is bigger than the usual one….whatever it was very powerful yet wonderfully sip-able. So much so that I skipped Postre and came home and had a siesta!