5 Ways Eating Local in Mexico City Changed How I Travel

Eating alone has always been something of a mental hurdle for me, especially in countries where I don’t speak the language.

On some of my travels, I am so intimidated by the elusiveness and efficiency of local eateries that I end up going back to the same tourist-packed restaurants more than once. It’s not a shining moment for me. But sometimes, necessity takes precedent over experience.

This, however, wasn’t a problem when I went to Mexico.

In Mexico, I found most people to be friendly, and that eating was a social activity. Even without a guidebook or a “10 Best Tacos in Mexico City” blog post, it’s not hard to find a delicious place to chow down. And once I started to push past my fear of looking foolish or eating something outside my typical diet, I was immediately rewarded. I got more authentic food, interactions, and prices.

In just a few days, seeking out local eateries became the activity I structured my days around.

The best way to pick up on the tastiest digs in town is to use your instincts and follow the locals. Don’t worry if you can’t speak the language well and there’s no English translation for your meal – there are a lot of benefits to eating local.

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1. I got into great conversations.

I don’t speak Spanish well (though I try), and I often worry that by not speaking the language, I’ll frustrate and annoy the locals. But more often than not, when I head to local places, the people are patient and helpful.

In Oaxaca, I wandered around the main food market for several minutes before stopping at a vendor near the back of the hall. They clearly weren’t used to having many solo female travelers drop by for lunch, and their curiosity and friendliness spun into one of my most memorable meals.

We spoke through hand gestures and my broken Spanish, the older gentlemen next to me teased me into trying the (super) hot sauce, one of the chefs offered to spirit me away when he found out I was traveling alone, and the matriarchal owner of the restaurant asked me about food in New York (I assured her it wasn’t all hamburgers and french fries, and that her Mexican food was far superior to anything we had back home, and she went back into the kitchen looking very pleased).

2. Sometimes, someone else paid for my meal.

I stopped in a happening taco joint on my way back from the Archaeology Museum, in a neighborhood that was more residential than commercial. I scooted myself through the line, getting a few sidelong glances from the regulars as I babbled my way through ordering. Inside was standing room only, but I found space on a bench outside the shop.

A man who had been in line ahead of me wandered out to find some free space and glanced over at me, wielding my bulky Nikon camera to take pictures before devouring my lunch. He asked where I was from and we chatted as we ate. I asked him how we paid for our tacos and he pointed back inside.

“Just one?” he asked and I nodded.

I followed him inside, where he settled up with one of the staff. When I tried to pay, he waved his finger to stop me. I thanked him profusely and he even gave me a few more travel tips before we parted ways.

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3. I ate the best food.

One of the best tacos I had in Mexico City was eaten while sitting on a tiny plastic stool on a busy street corner. It wasn’t from a storefront or even a stand – it was from a guy who had holed up in a small space against a wall and surrounded himself with bowls full of delicious fillings. Honestly, I probably would have passed him by, but I was attracted by the crowd around him.

As I walked up, I scrambled for any of the high school Spanish that I could remember.

“Uhh…taco pollo?”

He looked at me skeptically, clearly aware that I didn’t know what I was talking about, and pointed to a bowl of shredded chicken in a green sauce. I nodded vigorously and hastily accepted my taco before hustling out of the way of the locals and plopping down on the only free stool.

I had been skeptical myself about the concept of ordering food from a man who had clearly schlepped all his ingredients in from some unknown kitchen, ready to dole out tacos at a busy intersection. But the complexity of the just-spicy-enough sauce had me devouring my meal in record time.

My only regret was that I didn’t go back for seconds. 

4. I got local prices.

Busy local joints are priced for their customers’ cost of living, not what they think they can get out of tourists. In Mexico City I regularly paid ten to fifteen pesos for a taco – less than $1 USD.

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5. I practiced my language skills.

After learning please and thank you in the local language, I always try to learn how to order food.

In Montreal, I felt comfortable ordering in French, but any follow up questions left me floundering. In Russia, I did a lot of apologetic smiling and pointing. But in Mexico, after just one week I was able to approach a vendor without any anxiety and smoothly order my meal. I still struggled with the minute details, but each time I ate I got more confident in my Spanish language skills.

Even when I became a repeat customer at a bakery where the owner spoke both Spanish and English, I stuck to my limited Spanish. One of my proudest moments was being able to order coffee and answer all of the barista’s questions, only in Spanish.

When I travel, I’ll still sometimes sit down at a fancier restaurant, complete with English menus. No one can eat street tacos all the time. But by braving the language barrier, the unknown food, and the sometimes confused glances of the regulars and staff, I’ve had tasty and memorable meals.

Mexico will go down in my records as all about the food, and that taco I pounded on the corner of Calle Argentina and Calle Colombia will be the gold standard for many years to come.


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