After a day of roaming Chapultapec Park, eating at surprisingly ordinary food stalls, and failing to get a table at Maximo (because they are booked solid through January and it was Saturday night), we turned up our noses at a series of non-Mexican joints and I accepted my fate: cacahuates japoneses.
And then a perfect little taco stand popped up right before my eyes. They had chorizo, chuleta, tripa, alambre, and suadero (my latest obsession).
If you are around Insurgentes station and need a fix, they can help you out, any time from 7am to 5:30 am.
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