I just returned from five days in sunny Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, where I toasted my 26th year with many delicious pina coladas!
As usual, I prefer the most fattening option – in this case, a sugary drink loaded with creamy, fatty coconut milk. I ate very well all week – homemade corn tortillas with burnt blisters on their surface, marinated arrachera steak, fresh guacamole mashed with key lime juice and chunks of ripe tomato… Even my birthday dessert was over the top – homemade churros, deep fried and dusted with vanilla scented sugar and cinnamon, dipped in caramel sauce. My birthday “Cake” was two wedges of tres leches cake, soft and spongy, coated with cream and speckled with a mixed berry coulis – the perfect tart and tang to the dense, rich cream.
One of my favorite meals in Cabo is at Gordo Lele’s, which loosely translates to “Fat love” (an agenda I identify with here!). Javier, the owner, is a sweet man who makes amazing tacos (the beef is marinated in soy sauce and cayenne. Ay, papi!) and sings Beatles, Elvis and Frank Sinatra songs as people dine on their food. Even better is he pulls out tiny fake guitars and pianos and as he croons, pretends to rock out on the tiny instruments.
Here are some of his yummy tacos – and 15 pesos a piece, the slabs of avocado and homemade tortilla make it a total steal. (See the plastic bag? In poorer parts of the country, dishes are wrapped in plastic for hygiene and to avoid having to wash the plates too frequently. Sounds scary but makes sense).
So – as you can see above, I ate my way through Cabo San Lucas and enjoyed every minute of it; except, until, I got Montezuma’s revenge on the last day of my trip. Hey, the positive side to that? Five days of fatty boom boom eating = gone!