Mexico

“Tacos, Tajín, and Tequila Regrets: My Deliciously Chaotic Food Tour Through Mexico”

Let me start with a warning:
If you go to Mexico and you’re not eating every 2.5 hours — or yelling at masked men doing backflips — you’re doing it wrong.

Because here’s the thing about Mexican culture:
It’s alive. It’s spicy. It’s LOUD.
And the food? It slaps so hard you’ll need a nap after.
Add in a mezcal buzz and an unexpected obsession with Lucha Libre wrestling and... well, welcome to my Mexican adventure.

Tacos Are a Love Language

Listen. Tacos in Mexico are not just food. They are a way of life.
I had tacos that made me question every other taco I’d ever had before.
They were warm, juicy, slightly messy — just like I like my vacations.

Favorites included:

• Al Pastor: Sweet-savory pork with pineapple, carved fresh off the spit. I cried.

• Birria: Dripping, dunkable, and dangerously good. Like a taco you want to marry.

• Barbacoa: Earthy, slow-cooked magic that made me forget how to speak.

Honestly? They weren’t even meals. They were experiences.

Tortilla Soup + Rice: Soup That Hugs Back

There’s something about that first spoonful of hot, soul-warming tortilla soup that makes your entire life feel better. Maybe it’s the shredded chicken, the avocado, the crispy tortilla strips, or the fact that it’s basically comfort food disguised as soup.

You will ask for the recipe. You will burn your tongue trying to eat it too fast.
And you will think about it at 2 a.m. weeks later.

Tajín, Chamoy & Snack Chaos: Flavor Fireworks in Every Bite

Mexico is elite in the snack game.

Here’s the formula:
Take a fruit or chip → drown it in chamoy → dust it with Tajín → add lime → question your life → repeat.

Whether it was mango on a stick, tamarind candy straws, or spicy corn snacks, every bite hit that spicy-sour-sweet combo that lights up all your taste buds like a flavor rave.

The Mezcal Tasting Tour: From Sophisticated to Sloppy in 60 Minutes

We started the mezcal tasting tour with intentions.
We ended with questionable dance moves and someone (me) crying about how "underrated agave is as a plant." 😂

But real talk — the mezcal process is beautiful. The smoky flavor is deep, earthy, and somehow spiritual after the third shot.

Hot tip: Sip it, don’t shoot it. Pair it with orange slices and worm salt (yes, actual worm salt) and pretend you’re a mezcal connoisseur. Just don’t count how many glasses they hand you.

Lucha Libre: The Unexpected Highlight of the Whole Trip

So imagine this:

You’re in an arena surrounded by people of all ages, snacks in hand, beer in the other, and all of a sudden — a man in a glittery mask backflips off the ropes into a flying body slam.
Everyone goes WILD.

Lucha Libre is Mexico’s version of pro wrestling, but it’s also theater, culture, and pure entertainment.
We laughed, we screamed, we picked sides, we cheered like kids — and yes, we absolutely bought souvenir masks. Mine was blue. I was a menace.

One guy in our section yelled, “¡Dale, El Tigre! ¡Dale!” for the entire match. Was he okay? Probably not. Was the energy electric? Absolutely.

Miraculous Miraflores (JK — That’s Peru. But Still, Mexico’s Coastal Eats Deserve Praise)

While not Miraflores, we did sneak in some fresh seafood and fire micheladas while sitting beachside — toes in the sand, vibe on immaculate.

Top drinks we loved:

• Mangonadas: Slushy mango + chamoy + Tajín + tamarind straw. The best brain freeze of your life.

• Horchata: Creamy, sweet, cinnamony rice milk goodness.

• Micheladas: Beer, lime, hot sauce, spices. Refreshing chaos.

• Agua de Jamaica: Hibiscus iced tea that lowkey feels fancy.

Final Thoughts: Mexico Left Me Full, Feral, and Forever in Love

I went to Mexico for the tacos.
I stayed for the snacks, the wrestling, the mezcal-fueled salsa dancing, and that one mango that changed me as a person.

Every corner had flavor. Every meal had soul. Every experience was somehow both chaotic and healing.
And yeah — I did eat too much. And yes — I did try to wear a Lucha Libre mask through airport security.

Worth it. 1000%.

Tacos or tamarind candy? Team El Tigre or El Diablo? How many mezcals is too many? Sound off in the comments below! 🇲🇽🔥👇