48 Tacos in 5 Days: How I Ate Mexico City
By Marcus Rivera · Mexico City, Mexico · 2025-11-15
Night one, Centro. I always start the crew at the same al pastor stand: the trompo spins, the taquero flicks pineapple without looking, and twelve strangers stop being strangers somewhere around the third taco.
Coyoacán market is where I learned to eat in this city. Tostadas stacked a foot high, shrimp ceviche, pata, tinga. Order three, share everything, argue about the salsa.
Lunch in Roma runs until it is dinner. The red-and-green grilled fish is the reason; the tuna tostadas are the reason you come back the next day.
Xochimilco is chaos in the best way: a painted boat, a cooler of micheladas, a mariachi boat that pulls alongside for one song and stays for six.
We finish at Arena México. Masks for everyone, a favourite luchador by the second bout, and a final round of tacos de canasta on the walk out. Forty-eight, if you are counting.
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