Seattle Saturday cont.: Pike Pike Pike

We met up with Anne and Ed and pushed our way upstream to Beecher’s where I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with crab and a small mac and cheese.

The mac and cheese was amazing — as always, with a bigger cheesy sauce to mac ratio than I remembered. The crab on the sandwich was just gilding the lily really. Dungeness crab is a little fishier than the blue crab I’m used to.

Anne and I went for a walk along the little cobblestone side streets. We startled a group of pigeons, and they fluttered over our heads. One fell short and hit me right in the face. Just like Fabio on the rollercoaster. We were doubled over with laughter. As funny as it was for us, my friend Ellin later pointed out, “I bet that pigeon went home and was like, ‘You won’t believe what just happened to me!'”

Anne and Ed had Thai food, which looked good enough, then they headed back to the hospital. I noticed we were right next to Cafe Yarmarka Even though I was stuffed, I placed an order for a combination to take back to the hotel for dinner. And a few Eastern European cookies for good measure.

Eartha was coveting my mac and cheese so she and I headed back to Beecher’s but they were all out. Denied! I picked up some of their Flagship cheese and Cowgirl Creamery triple cream to take home as well. In addition to the usual guava paste they had a variety of fruit pastes and I couldn’t resist the apricot.

We added some lovely raspberries and perfectly ripe blueberries to the growing grocery bag. I made a fatal error in not picking up a loaf of bread somewhere.

But then I spotted the Roadfood-recommended Crumpet Shop. Sadly there was no bread or scones but we got a pack of crumpets. We ordered an open-faced pesto sandwich out of curiosity. It was a little disappointing.

I asked Anne to bring some crackers to the hotel when they stopped in at dinnertime and we all had a nice Pike picnic. The meat pierogie were a tad spicy but far better than the potato-cheese, in which the cheese was barely discrenable. I wish I had gotten some dufferent pastes and another wedge of Beecham’s cheese to pack in my suitcase.

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Seattle Saturday: Instant Auntie

I got an urgent call Saturday to fly to Seattle. I reserved a hotel near the hospital and headed to the airport.

After a visit to the Medical Center, we had a late dinner at the little hospital take-out. We headed back to my hotel so everyone could take a break. My friend Anne’s 12-year-old daughter Eartha hung out for awhile. Then I just kinda kept her. And I didn’t give her back until she had to return to school. As much as the fluffy bedding might have helped her feel more comfortable during a rough week, Eartha’s boundless energy and fearlessness were exactly what I needed. (her name has been changed, and yes, she picked her own).

Sunday morning we ordered room service and cozied up in our beds watching Twilight. Little did I know that was going to be one of many, many viewings of Twilight. Eartha figured out that if you paused the movie 5 minutes before it was over and rewound it you could watch it over and over and over…

We hit Pike Place market in the afternoon. There was a huge crowd, it being a long weekend.

Sadly World Class Chili is no more. Most likely due to the recent loss of the owner, Joe Canavan.

Mr. Canavan died Nov. 11 2008 while vacationing in Maui with his wife of 48 years, Dorothy. While snorkeling for the first time, he took in water after possibly suffering a heart attack or stroke and died the next day. He was 78.

Mr. Canavan had bounced back from a heart attack in 1980 to run a marathon and climb Mount Rainier. More recently, he had returned to the Market after a hip replacement.

Luckily there were still donuts. Fresh out of the fryer, they are the best donuts in the world. After sitting for a few hours, they are pretty comparable to grocery store donuts.

I can’t get enough of the market.

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DineLA 2009: Simon

Simon LA was chosen as the first stop on our Dine LA blitz because of the impressive appetizers we sampled at the Behind the Unseen event held there. Simon Kerry, who is known as the rock and roll chef, stood in the kitchen staring intently at the dining room, which was not empty but definitely not bustling. The servers were bursting with enthusiasm and friendliness. They responded to our bad jokes by adding their own quips, and their positive energy was contagious.

The decor of Simon LA, which is nestled into the Sofitel and adjacent to Stone Rose, is hip and stylish, but maintains a mellow and relaxing vibe. The taupe interior and comfy Eames-inspired chairs that are offset with metal features and glossy black surfaces makes the dining room feel like a room you could live in.

The menu is solid, and dotted with bits of whimsy. There are surprises throughout the meal and for the most part food is handled with a deft hand. Occasional problems with execution kept it from being a perfect meal, but only one dessert was truly a letdown. The regular menu holds lots of intriguing possibilities and I’m sure there are many surprises yet to come, such as the big puff of cotton candy that arrived at our table at the end of the meal.

The first course: SALAD: A salad of rocket and shaved fennel in a light dressing with pine nuts, blue cheese, and tangerine was a blank canvas marked with sharp flavors in small bits, Nicely balanced between the sharpness of the cheese and the sourness of the tangerine.

SOUP: The aroma of pork rises up from the lentil soup as soon as it is set down. It was a good combination of whole and blended lentils. Delicious and comforting at first, but did not hold my attention enough to make me finish an entire bowl. The soup was accompanied by a charming lagniappe, two dainty ham & white cheddar grilled sandwiches brought on a childlike excitement.

The main course. SEA BASS: The most successful dish of the night was unquestionably the California sea bass, two thick planks of fish perfectly cooked. The Piccata style sauce could have overwhelmed the delicate fish but did not. Banana potatoes and spinach were treated with such care, it made me wonder what Kerry could do with a spa menu.

SKIRT STEAK: Skirt steak, though quality meat, was still a skirt steak, which is one tough cut. The generous portion was seasoned with cumin, which made it almost as Indian as Southwestern. The unusual addition of pine nuts in the black beans worked surprisingly well.

One dish fell apart. Lemon marshmallow pie with passion fruit marinated raspberries sounded much more appealing than it was in reality. It is true many an argument has broken out over the campfire as to when a marshmallow crosses the line from toasted to burnt. But the marshmallows atop the small lemon tart were burnt to black and that flavor overwhelmed even the tart intensity of the lemon curd, which was slightly runny, probably due to the heat used to roast the marshmallows. Even the crust was thick, tough and unremarkable. This one needs re-thinking.

For the finale, the dessert course, the chocolate mousse cake is probably the best bet, reminiscent of 1950s layered desserts. The bottom layer is combination of chocolate and thin wafers. It tastes almost like an Aero bar. The top and middle layers are a darker and a lighter chocolate mousse, topped with little bits of chocolate-covered puffed rice, almost like Cocoa Krispies.

and a bonus

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Just a wee more Irishy Goodness? Just a trifle?

Irish coddle, also known as Dublin coddle, is a pork-based stew with – surprise – potatoes! This recipe is a combination of various versions from Irish Country Cooking, Family Cooking with Chef Mom, and from my brooder from anooder mooder, Eamonn. His mother Ina would leave the stew cooking for days, and add potatoes in batches so they would thicken the stew and also provide texture. Eamonn says, “You’re s’posed to have it ready for when yer man comes home from the pub.” Don’t even get me started.

Although trifle is traditionally English, it has been borrowed by the Irish. Some people add sherry, jam, gelatine, and whatever is in the cupboard at the moment. This is my mother’s version. I find pudding is too bland, and custard is too runny, so a combination of the two is just right. If you can’t find Bird’s custard in the import shop or at Cost Plus, you can make your own custard; it is more authentic. But we’re willing to take the short-cut here. We can’t spend all day in the kitchen. We’ve got to get to the pub!

Irish Coddle

1 pound sliced bacon, cut into 2″ pieces
1 pound pure pork sausage links or English bangers
1 large onion, sliced
6 medium red or white boiling potatoes, peeled and thickly sliced
2 chicken boullion cubes, preferably OXO
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
4 sprigs fresh thyme, leaves only
1/2 bunch parsley, chopped

Fry bacon until crisp in a large, deep frying pan. Set bacon aside. Lightly brown sausages.

Layer sliced onions and potatoes over sausages. Cover with bacon.

Crush boullion cubes and sprinkle over. Add black pepper, thyme and parsley.

Pour water over to cover the potatoes and cover pan with lid. Simmer at least an hour and a half (Some recipes suggest 8 hours). Do not let it come to a boil.

Trifle

1 store-bought or homemade pound cake
1 (75g) envelope Bird’s custard
1 box vanilla “Cook and Serve” pudding
3 cups whole milk
1 banana, sliced
1 cup fresh or frozen raspberries
1/2 pint whipping cream
1/2 teaspoon of sugar
1/4 teaspoon vanilla

Slice the pound cake crosswise, then cut the slices into triangles. Line the bottom and sides of a medium-sized serving bowl with the cake. There will be some cake left over. Don’t eat it. I’m watching you.

Prepare custard according to package directions with boiling water. Prepare pudding according to package directions using the 3 cups of milk. Combine the two and mix well.

Pour half of the custard mix into the serving bowl. Layer with banana slices, remaining cake, and half the raspberries.

Pour in the rest of the custard. Stud with raspberries. Cover with cling wrap and press the wrap down so no air can reach the custard and make a “skin”. Put in the refrigerator to cool.

When ready to serve, whip the cream with 1/2 teaspoon of sugar and 1/4 teaspoon vanilla. Spread whipped cream over trifle.

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The Guinness Cupcake Returns


No one really likes green beer or Shamrock Shakes. And corned beef and cabbage is iffy at best.

Luckily Yummy Cupcakes has brought back their Guinness cupcakes this year, available today and tomorrow at both store locations, in Burbank and in Santa Monica.

The Guinness is added with a light hand, so the mild cake tastes mostly of buttermilk, cocoa and brown sugar. The glazed topping holds the strongest taste of ale, topped with a light cocoa whipped cream and green sanding sugar.

Other special St. Patrick’s Day flavors served tomorrow will be:

Irish Cream Pie: Chocolate cupcake filled with whipped cream, topped with an Irish cream whipped cream and chocolate blossoms

Chocolate Mint Chip: Chocolate cupcake topped with a light green peppermint buttercream mixed with chocolate chips

and of course…Lucky Charms: Vanilla bean cupcake, centered with marshmallow cream, frosted with a light green vanilla buttercream, sprinkled with Lucky Charms…magically delicious!

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Irish Recipes that are NOT corned beef and cabbage

Rather stay in and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with a quiet dinner at home? Or maybe you need to fill up before a night of serious partying. If corned beef and cabbage isn’t your style, here are a few of my favorite Irish dishes.

Beef Braised in Guinness

1 beef boullion cube (OXO if you got ’em)
2/3 cup hot water
2 pounds chuck or round steak
2 heaping Tablespoons flour
Salt and pepper to taste
2-3 Tablespoons oil.
2 medium onions, chopped
1/2 pound carrots, peeled and cut into 1″ pieces
1/2 teaspoon dried basil
2/3 cup Guinness stout
1 teaspoon honey

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Grease a large, shallow baking dish. Set aside. In a small bowl, put boullion cube in hot water to dissolve. Set aside.

Cut the beef up into 3″ pieces. Mix the flour with salt and pepper to taste in a shallow bowl or on a plate. Dredge meat in seasoned flour and set aside.

In a large saucepan, heat 1 Tablespoon oil. Saute the onions until soft. Spread onions evenly around the prepared baking dish.

Add up to another Tablespoon oil to the same saucepan. Brown the meat over a medium flame. Arrange the meat in a single layer over the onions (Turn the flame under the saucepan to low). Arrange carrrots around the meat.

There should still be oil in the saucepan. If there is not enough, add up to another Tablespoon (Turn the flame up to medium). Stir in the leftover dredging flour. Cook for a few minutes, stirring constantly.

Add the basil and Guinness, and continue stirring, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pan. Add the honey and dissolved bouillion cube and water. Return to a boil, stirring occasionally, then pour over the meat. Cover baking dish with lid or foil. Cook for 1 1/2 hours.

Dee’s Potato Bread

I am also not a fan of intense soda bread, authentic as it may be. This bread is light, airy, and a specialty of my mother’s.

3 Tablespoons, plus 1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 cup warm water
1 package yeast
3 Tablespoons butter
3/4 cup mashed potatoes
1 cup water (best if you use the water you boiled the potatoes in)
1 cup warm milk
1 1/2 teaspoon salt
6 or 7 cups flour

Add 1 teaspoon sugar to 1/2 cup warm water in a large ceramic or glass bowl. Dissolve yeast in the warm water. Let sit about 5 minutes.

Once yeast is bubbling, add 2 cups flour, remaining sugar, butter, potatoes, cup water, milk, and salt.

Stir for 3 minutes. Add flour, 1/2 cup at a time, just until dough is no longer sticky.

Put dough in an ungreased pan and leave in a warm place.

After 1 1/2 hours, knead bread on a floured surface for about 5 minutes, adding flour as needed.

Allow dough to rest 5 to 10 minutes. Form into rolls (and set in a pan) or a bread loaf (and set on a baking sheet). Let rise for 1 hour.

Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour for a loaf of bread, 20 to 30 minutes for rolls. The top should be golden brown (knock on the top of the bread and it should sound a little hollow).

(Recipe from Dee Thompson)

Colcannon

Well, I didn’t promise there wouldn’t be any cabbage at all. Use mild baby leeks, or omit the cabbage if you prefer. But it’s not an Irish meal without potatoes.

4 large Russet (brown, baking) potatoes
Salt and pepper
1/4 cup butter
1/2 head cabbage, shredded
1/4 cup whole milk
2 bunches green onions,(white and light green parts only) chopped

Set 2 large pots of water on stove to boil.

Peel potatoes and cut into large pieces. Cook until tender in boiling water with 1/2 teaspoon salt added.

Drain potatoes and return them to the pot. Cook potatoes over low heat a few minutes, shaking the pot constantly, until potatoes are dry. Mash well and set aside.

Meanwhile, boil cabbage in other pot and drain. Melt 1/4 cup butter in the pot. Saute cabbage and green onions in the butter until tender. Stir into mashed potatoes.

Heat milk until barely steaming, but do not boil (scald). Season milk with a little salt and pepper. Stir milk into mashed potatoes and cabbage, mixing well.

Almond Tartlets

These delicious tartlet shells come out a little uneven and “rustic”. The whipped cream will hide the flaws, and believe me, no one has ever complained about them. You will need mini cupcake tins or “tart” pans. I like to use raspberries, but go with the sweetest berries you can find right now.

1/3 cup butter
1/3 cup sugar
1/3 cup ground raw almonds (Coffee grinder or food processor is needed)
Fresh berries
1 pint whipping cream, whipped (without sugar, as the tartlets are very sweet)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Cream together butter, sugar, and almonds in a mixer.

Spread 1 teaspoon of mixture along the bottom and up the sides of each cup (the amount may vary depending on the size of your pans). Make sure to cover the bottom of the cup completely.

Bake for 10 minutes or until golden brown.

Let tarts partially cool in pans, but don’t allow them to harden completely before removing them to a wire rack – they are kind of flexible when warm, but delicate when cold.

Top each tartlet with berries and whipped cream immediately before serving.

(Adapted from recipe by Myrtle Allen)

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The Perfect Corned Beef and Cabbage

Many people do not find corned beef and cabbage very appealing. That’s because most people (and most bars) boil the corned beef and vegetables together, resulting in a greasy, unappealing mess. Remember, it is still a brisket, so you want to treat it as such. Imagine throwing a big T-bone into a boiling pot of water; it would taste like crap too. The secret is to cook the corned beef in the oven, and to cook the vegetables separately. That keeps them from becoming greasy.

Corned Beef and Cabbage

1 3-pound corned beef brisket
1/2 onion, sliced
4 whole carrots
6 to 8 boiling (White Rose) potatoes
1/2 cabbage, or whole head of cabbage
1 Tbsp butter
2 Tbsp freshly chopped parsley

Preheat the oven to 300 degrees.

Trim excess fat from corned beef. Stab it all over with a sharp knife. Set in roasting pan. Cover with sliced onion. Pour in 2 or 3 cups of water and sprinkle with the seasoning packet. Cover pan tightly with foil and put in oven.

Cook for at least 3 hours. Check occasionally to see if it needs more water so it doesn’t go dry. You want the meat to be flaking apart.

About an hour before the brisket is done, bring 2 pots of water to a simmer on top of the stove.

Meanwhile, peel potatoes, and slice in half if large. Peel carrots and slice into 2″ or 3″ pieces. Put potatoes and carrots into one of the pots of water. Bring to a boil, then simmer til done. Don’t overdo the potatoes or they will fall apart. Drain, then toss with butter to taste. Sprinkle with parsley to taste if you feel like it.

30 minutes after starting the potatoes and carrots, rinse cabbage. Remove outer leaves of cabbage. Cut off the bottom, and it should break off into leaves. Put the cabbage in the other pot of water. Cook, at a simmer for about 15 minutes. Drain. Change out the water for fresh water. It takes away some of the intensity, and some say gassiness. Return pot to a simmer and cook til done, about 15 more minutes.

Arrange slices of corned beef on plate, along with potatoes, carrots and cabbage. Season vegetables with salt and pepper to taste.

If you have time to cool the brisket, slice across the grain and reheat for perfect slices.

If you are really into the flavor of cabbage, you can cook it with the potatoes.

If you are into the potatoes or cabbage having some of the corned beef flavor, you can add some of the water from the pan in the oven to the vegetables as they cook.

If you must boil it or use a crockpot, start the corned beef first. Change out the water for fresh water to remove some of the greasiness halfway through cooking. Wait to add vegetables about an hour before serving.

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mazatlan sunday

Whenever we asked people where we should go for menudo, they all said, “Pancho’s!” With an exclaimation point. And without a trace of doubt. Pancho’s looked like a giant Denny’s. There was a long line, but it moved swiftly.

Pancho’s. Pancho’s is located south of Suites Las Flores, overlooking the beach, at the end of the Las Cabanas shopping mall. Pancho’s opened with only a couple of tables. The lights would dim every time they hit the blender to make a margarita. But that was long ago. Pancho’s has grown, and grown, and grown again. It’s another local success story.

In the front of the house were samples of all of the breakfast specials. I just about cried when they came and took the menudo away.

There was more Tiki Room decor

You can stave off the hunger while you wait by buying pan dulce from a cart.

The crepes were unusual, stuffed with french toast, which wasin turn stuffed with queso fresca. The cheese was very sour, although Bob liked the strange interplay of flavors. And again with the stewed fruit.

They were sympathetic when they saw my distress over just missing the last of the menudo by that much. I asked if they just had a little broth I could try. Bless their hearts.

It was the best menudo I have ever head. The menudo here in Los Angeles consists of a heavy, smoky, beefy broth heavy on the chiles. This was a light chicken broth strongly tasting of fresh hominy and the lightest touch of tripas. It was delicious. Next time we’ll have to get there earlier.

When I went in search of the powder room I discovered the giant hall we were seated in was matched by another giant hall. And an upstairs covering the entire expanse of the building. No wonder that liine moved so quickly. And no wonder they ran out of menudo.

There was a panaderia attached to the restaurant

With some trippy cakes

I had spent the morning watching our last sunrise on the beach. I don’t know why there were easy chairs on the restroom roof

The skies reminded me of impressionist paintings

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Mazatlan Saturday: Isla de Piedras

We ate leftover sandwiches Saturday from the market for breakfast. The “Cuban” was weird — some kind of hotdog-like sausage with very sweet pork. It was slathered with a mayo-cheese nacho texture sauce. The Zurich was better, made with ham, turkey and gruyere cheese on a baguette.


We took a local ferry over to the Isla de Piedras – Stone Island – instead of taking a cheesy “Watneys Red Barrel” tour. Like when tourists talk about getting away from the tourist traps and seeing the real country – well this was getting right down to the real nitty gritty.

The ferry was tiny little boat that was floating very low in the water. We happened to get on a boat with a funeral party. Is that a bad omen?

Once on the isla, we checked out the map and started walking.

And walking, and walking. There were a lot of abandoned buildings, stray chickens and pitbulls. I had no idea if it was going to be half a mile or 10 miles to the tourist beach.

I noticed a boat on a dock with an unlucky name I had to photograph.

While on the dock, a party boat pulled up. We asked how far to the malecon (maricon, heehhee). The next thing you know, we’re swept up on the umm, “party tractor” with a bunch of college kids from Mexico City who were continuously chanting “Hey hey hey!” It was better than being stranded out in the middle of nowhere with stray rabid pitbulls.

We hit Restaurant Cardon, which had a long stretch of deserted beach. I felt like I was in a Corona commercial. They had a boat for rent, but unfortunately the sea was too churned up and the visibility to low for snorkeling.

The boat could also tow an inflatable “banana” thing that held four riders. No one wanted to suffer the indignity, not even the chanting teens. I decided the amount of tequila it would take to make it seem like a good idea was directly proportional to the amount of tequila it would take for me to fall off and be lost forever at sea.

Stray dogs wandered past, children swung a baby in a hammock, and a chicken ran around the restaurant pissing off the cooks who could never quite shoo it away for good.

The water was shallow quite a ways out, and it was fun just hanging out alone in the ocean letting the waves gently lift me off my toes and set me back down. Something pinched my little toe. Maybe I just got my toe stuck in a little tiny shell. But I really had to shake a leg to free myself.

We settled in for a lazy lunch back at the palapa. The fish tacos were unusual in that the fish was battered, fried, and then smashed into the tortilla like you would make a quesadilla, then the fillings – the usual liberal sprinkling of queso fresco, lettuce, and salsa were sprinkled on top.

Peel and eat shrimp

The traditional dish of Isla de Piedras is Fish Zarandeado. You split the fish in half and grill it.

I sniffed around to find the fish grill around back, but other than filleting, there was no action.

I asked the fish man what the fish was called. He said, “Macho.”

I asked, “Como ti?” to see if he was kidding.

He laughed and said, “Si. Como yo” with an ironic surprise that made me think he had not been thinking of that before. Later the waiter told me the fish was “mulleck”. So my final answer would have to be mullet, Alex.

One source said it is brushed with soy sauce but I couldn’t taste it. All I could taste was flaky, meaty, smoked goodness. That was the best fish I’ve eaten in a long time, especially when eaten with your fingers while your feet rest in the sand.

You can also order it fried. Here they are frying the fish

I decided drinking coconut milk from one of the coconuts piled up might be a good idea. My waiter said they weren’t at their best, but the milk was OK. He suggested a “coco loco” to liven it up. OK, what the hell. This was definitely a going with the flow day.

I watched the bartender pour in tequila, lime, beer, salt, and a little grenadine. Then he decorated it like it was a Mardi Gras float. Then they served it with a “sidecar” that was an entire pitcher to refill the coconut! I said, “I didn’t order this.”

They pointed to the coconut drink and said, “That’s the coco…” then pointed to the pitcher of tequila and danger and laughed, “and that’s the LOCO!!!” OK, I can deal with a humiliating tourist drink and not lose my dignity. But I was not in the mood to get trashed and start yelling, “hey hey hey!” so I only drank about 2/3 of a coconut. That is the official measuring system of Gilligan’s Island.

Not really sure of what to do next, we made a deal with the tour guide and soon were back on the party tractor. Hey! Hey! Hey!

Then onto the party boat. Hey! Hey! Hey!

We assumed we’d catch our own taxi, but ended up on the party taxi too. Hey! Hey! Hey! The driver didn’t want to hang a u-turn before heading to the hotel, so he surprised them by telling them to get out on the wrong side of the busy boulevard. I was a little concerned about their safety. But it seems that a group of teenage girls jumping up and down shouting, “Hey! Hey! Hey!” stops traffic faster than any crossing guard.

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Mazatlan Friday: El Centro

We went down to El Centro, the historic area of Mazatlan. First I wanted to try to photograph the cathedral. Traffic was bad, and worsened by a bizarre little marketing parade. This character, seen all over town, appears to be your friendly neighborhood pharmacist.

So by the time we hit the cathedral it was golden hour, which was nice for those photos, but it made the rest of our sight-seeing a race against the sun.

Luckily, once my taxi driver knew what I wanted, he zoomed around on a mission, hitting every old, decrepit building in town. He knew just what to go for, New Orleans style grande dames with crumbling facades and broken windows.

The driver overestimated my Spanish and started giving a very indepth tour. I did catch something about a hospital, that’s about it.

Then the cabbie said, “I have a friend. He is Cuban. He likes Christmas. I thought, “What does that have to do with anything?” and then we pulled up here. Score. I love this cabbie! He had the exact same streak of weird that I did.

Then we hit the Mercado Municipal, which is famous for upsetting tourists. Count me in! Pigs look very happy, like they get them drunk and slowly sing them to sleep as the gently rock them to death. Cows, however, do not go gently into this good night. A skinned, bloody cow head with protruding eyeballs definitely made me look away. I just could not photograph that. No way. Be grateful.

By now we were a bit peckish and I started checking out the stands. I thought these were gooseberries. What were they? If I don’t know what it is, I have to eat it. I chose the ones not covered with salt, lime and chile. I thought that meant they were unspiced – not intense. I was wrong. What I popped in my mouth was the most sour and salty thing I have ever experienced — an explosion of tartness. Akkkkkkk!!! I tried to make Bob eat one and he was like, “Fuck No” It had 2 pits in it. I still don’t know what it is.

In the Mercado we were looking for old CDs and I swear to god, a rat as big as a chihuaha rushed along the edge of the wall. All I said was, “Woah” and the lady asked, “Raton?” She knew. I mean, that was one impressive rat. Later a child freaked out so I looked over and she had spotted the king of roaches. Not as big as the one I saw parading down Bourbon street once, but definitely bigger than downtown LA roaches.

It seemed like a good time to leave, so we took a little golf cart taxi over to Plazuela Machado. Pedro y Lola was the obvious choice. You need a reservation for the patio, but inside the restaurant it is virtually empty. The only thing you miss out on is balloon hats and pan flute music.

The deep fried cheese with apricot sauce was heavenly

We had the Pedro Infante, a pork dish from Pedro’s family recipe. It was exquisite, with potatoes and peppers, served in a molcajete that made it appear much more generous than it actually was.

They are known for their banana cream pie, that was rich and caramelized. No matter what I said they would not give up the secret.

I got a little apricot on my shirt. There was a ladies room attendant and when she saw my predicament she totally took over. She grabbed 2 paper towels and started scrubbing the hell out of my shirt as if she were my mother. Within minutes, the stain was gone and my shirt was relatively dry. Now that’s service. I didn’t have my purse, so I ran out and ran back to tip her 500 pesos.

Pedro & Lola. This restaurant honors the memories of Pedro Infante and Lola Beltran. Pedro & Lola is in Old Mazatlan at the corner of Carnaval and Constitucion, and it is the cornerstone of the refurbished Plaza Machado, a destination of and by itself. The Angela Peralta Theater is practically adjacent to the restaurant. Pedro & Lola offers sidewalk tables shaded by trees, open archways into the restaurant, paintings by local artists, live music most evenings, and an interesting menu featuring Mexican and international cuisine. The streets surrounding Plaza Machado are closed to traffic in the evening, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Tables and chairs from Pedro & Loa, and surrounding restaurants, are on the sidewalk, in the street, and occasionally spilling into the Plaza. Don’t miss it. Pedro & Loa is open daily from 5:45 pm to 1 am.

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Mazatlan Thursday: Dive for your Life

Thursday we had a mellow day, starting with room service. Again with the magical mystery cups.

Everyone insisted that we see the cliff diver. It didn’t sound that amazing, but I’m not a lie-by-the-pool kind of traveler, so we headed over. It wasn’t a cliff. It was a ruin, wayyyy too close to the beach. The same family dives here. If you dive when the waves are out, you will probably die. There were rocks submerged just below the water. You have to time it just right so the waves are in and the water is deep enough. It made it much scarier than your average cliff diver.

Plus there is an intense proximity. Like someone walking the high wire in the Big Top isn’t impressive, but if someone walked across your clothesline you’d be pretty damn impressed. I think we gave him 20 bucks if I remember correctly, then another five or ten as a tip for letting me tape him.

I’m glad he didn’t die on my 20 bucks because that would make me responsible. I’d rather be part of a crowd tipping him. Like Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery or firing squad, no one person has to carry the burden of culpability.

We ate dinner at Playa Bruja’s Mr Lionoso. I didn’t realize they had 2 for 1 margaritas. Their ceviche not as good as at El Memin and the lobster was overcooked.

But the giant cheese-stuffed bacon-wrapped shrimp were out of this world.

The atmosphere was charmingly tropical in a Tiki Room sort of way. A panflute player serenaded us with what sounded like early Beegees, and I would swear one song was The Sultans of Swing.

The interesting outdoor tropical décor was enhanced by the location right on the beach. At one point a toddler wearing water wings and little else came tunning up from the beach. My first instinct was, “One escaped! Throw it back into the water, quick!

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Mazatlan Wednesday: Tortugas

Wednesday I finally started acting like I was on vacation and had brunch by the pool.

In addition to the usual breakfast treats there were really good marlin empenadas. They were cooked with lots of pasilla in a lardilicious flaky pastry crust that was similar to Cuban pastels.

We had lunch at El Bambu, which is known for their cabreria skirt steak special. The queso fundido arrived topped with an intense and smoky chorizo.

I made the mistake of ordering my steak medium rare. There really should have only been one option – charry. The medium rare was chewy and bland.

But the well done was nice and charred and flavorful.

They were playing that cool old Mexican music that sounds like it should have been played in the circus in the 20s. But we were divided by the language barrier and there was no name for the music other than “the old music”. I should have just stolen the casette tape.

We went to the local Aquarium and watched a man molest a nurse shark and sea turtle.

This bone looks like a giant mask

There was a little museum like the Cabrillo Museum used to be….like a museum of everything that has ever washed up on the beach.

I asked the people at the aquarium if they knew where they liberate the sea turtles. She told me to wait but after a bit another woman came out with a familiar cooler and a familily trailing behind. So I just started following them We walked down a quiet street, passed a lake, and walked up a big hill. We started hoping I had not misread the situation.

But we finally arrived on the beach and were able to free the turtles and watch them awkwardly toddle off into the sunset.

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Why these Mexico posts aren’t done yet

Here’s what I’ve been up to:

DineLA

Oscars Governors Ball Preview

What would Obama eat?

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Mazatlan Tuesday: Bat Country

Next the tour bus took us to a little town called El Quelite for lunch. And so much more. Now, this is where things started getting weird. Like Hunter S Thompson bat country weird. The tour guide was going on about witches, ancient rites of the Aztecs and indiginous cannibals in the mountains. Then he asked the group, “You like cockfights?”

Everyone was taken aback. One person said haughtily, “Those are illegal in the United States.

He said, “Yeah, they’re illegal here too” and laughed a creepy laugh. As we passed a bullfighting ring he told us about the quail farm behind it. Animals do not fare well around here. Or to put a positive spin on it, you could say that people are eating “local.” That’s some seriously fresh food.

One of the main features of El Quelite is this statue. It is of an ancient game like hackey sack or soccer, but you can only use your hips to touch the ball. I hope they had ancient athletic cups.

Next we hit a panaderia, not exactly an unfamiliar sight for an Angeleno. But I had never seen an oven like this, so the visit was cool. And who doesn’t love pan dulce?

There was an interesting “burnt sugar turnover. It is like blackstrap molasses. It rises so fast the sugar adheres to the pastry leaving an empty center.

Then we walked along the town.

I swear to you, I do not seek out cemeteries. They just seem to always be there. It was a few weeks after Dia de los Muertos, so everything had a fresh new coat of white paint.

As I was taking photos of the cemetery, I started hearing roosters. Oh no! He didn’t! He did. The tourists all blanched, like when you have accidentally gotten yourself in way over your head. Like you are in some kind of nightmare and can’t get out. The discomfort was palpable to everyone but the tour guide.

He asked, “Who wants to see a cock fight, hunh?” trying to get everyone excited. They all looked from one to the other. Half these people were probably going to eat chicken that day. Half of them were wearing leather. Really, at what point does it become hypocrisy?

He asked again, “Come on! Who wants to chicken fight???”

To lighten the mood, I said, “I’ll take one on! Strap one of those knives on my feet! I’ll fuck these chickens up!”

Surprisingly that did not help.

Really, it’s much more humane to use the knives so it is a quick, clean kill instead of letting the chickens hack at each other in a painful, drawn-out battle to the death. But I have to admit it’s kind of messed up the way he’s showing off this knife so proudly.

At this point, the guide finally noticed everyone’s discomfort. He started trying to defend the sport of cockfighting. He insisted the roosters love it; it’s in their nature; they aren’t forcing them to do anything they don’t want to do. Then he actually walked over to one of the roosters and started trying to kick it! And that rooster went apeshit. He kicked and the rooster pecked and flapped, and I thought, “I can’t believe I am watching this guy fight a fucking chicken.”

Finally, after everyone was sufficiently freaked out we meandered over to the restaurant for lunch. It was a bit of a tourist trap, but that meant bright and safe-feeling with clean bathrooms. The group was needing the security of colorful woven tablecloths at this point in the tour.

Meson de los Laureanos is named after Jose Laureano, a local folk hero.

The tour guide had described the local dishes to us on the tour, “Machaca, that is beef, carnitas is pork, pollo is chicken, and birria, that is beef.” When I picked up the menu, I immediately checked the translations. Because sometimes it is birria de res, but it’s often birria de chivo, or goat. The menu items all described the animal, except for Birria. It said, “A Mexican specialty.” As in special Mexican goats?

As usual, I was unable to choose just one dish and asked if they wouldn’t mind making me a “mixed” platter. Clockwise from top right: Lamb, Goat (?), and Beef. They cooked it barbecue-style, then stewed it in a sauce. Mmmmmm. The lamb was a little gamey, but I loved the goat. It was not “wild” or weird or gamey. It was perfect. The beef was very good, but the birria goat, err, uhhh, “beef” was my favorite.

Since there was a quail farm nearby, we thought we would try the fresh quail. I had always heard complaints about the little bones, but it was no different than hot wings. And they were so succulent and light – not gamey, and not like chicken, better than chicken. I love quail now – at least super fresh quail.

Hmmm

On the way there and back we crossed the Tropic of cancer – my first time!

After such an eventful day, we took it easy and ordered a simple dinner from room service. Sinaloa supplies most of the tomatoes for the United States, and it really showed. It seems like they pick the fruits and vegetables closer to ripe than we do, but they also sell them a little longer than we do too, as I was to learn in the Old Town Market later in the week.

I was completely freaked out when I tried to eat my chicken soup. It took me a second to realize it had clear plastic wrap tightly wrapped around the bowl.

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Mazatlan Tuesday: Tequila!

We start the morning off sensibly enough with chilaquiles from room service. Do I even need to tell you that they totally kick ass?

Even American breakfast came with chilaquiles and magic tortilla cups.

From the minute we stepped on the tour bus there was screaming from the ugly Americans – Cranky Guy was hollering that they were just gonna get off the bus and screw the whole thing if they were going to cram 2 more people in there.

I do not have good luck with tour buses.

We were driven for an hour along deserted dirt roads populated with black buzzards, vultures, crosses marking deaths in the road and homes with private backyard cemeteries.

Then it was all blue agave

After the agave is hacked up, you are left with the pina.

The pina is cooked in underground kilns.

At this point you can chew on it and extract the agave juice which is seriously addicting. Seriously. And maybe a hallucinogen. The jury is still out. But later that night this is what I wrote while chewing it:

It kind of looks like horses hooves made out of beef jerky. You chew and suck on the fibers and they release their sweet nectar. There is something light and sweet molaases and honey, masking something darker, a slight sensation of alcohol and sex in a smoky room. I wasn;t paying too much attention to what the tour guide was saying at this point, but it wasn;t rae agave pina. Later I asked if I could take some with me, which appeared to be an unusual request. They said to be careful with it so it wouldn’t spoil or ferment. So what I have is definitely not fermented. I wonder if I can get it through customs, or if the bees trailing my bags will be a dead giveaway.

I tried to take pictures following the pipes so my friends back home could follow the process, but I kept getting disctracted by scary machinery and things on fire

At first I thought this was some kind of torture device. But then my brother explained to me that it was part of a pulley system to power this torture device with teeth that you can see in the videos above.

I liked this cog for no special reason.

I still don’t know what this is

Production:

And what happens in this room?

Oh, sorry, mister

Then it was time to drink

The horses had big dents in their heads that kind of freaked me out

The factory owner stuck his thumb in it to show me it was OK

Now there goes a real cowboy

Back through the agave fields. On the trip there, the guide told us about the local flora and fauna, and how the state of Jalisco had a copyright on the word tequila, so it’s kind of like Champagne. But on the way back, maybe the tequila had gotten to him. He started telling long stories about cannibals and brujas. This is a plant brujas use to dry up your brain.

Woman on tour to husband: what’s a brujas?
Husband: You know honey, a brewhaus, like those German places where they sell beer

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