Eating on the hoof in Mexico City!
At the time we thought that this would probably be our most bizarre experience in Mexico City but it fades into insignificance when compared with the next evenings antics. We were just going out for a quiet dinner and a couple of drinks (it tends to always start that way though doesn´t it?!). Dinner passed as planned (although Ad did get a plate of black looking tar, no idea what it was, that´s the problem when the menu is in Spanish!) and then we headed to a traditional Cantina (bar). Sitting at the bar we ordered our beers and then looked in bemusement as the barman wittered on and on at us in Spanish. Eventually he said, ¨I recommend¨ and scurried away. We were quite perplexed but when he returned with a plate of peanuts figured out he must have been offering us a bar snack. A few minutes later he returned with a plate of stuff that looked a bit like raw fish with what looked like a knuckle joint in it. On noticing the bemused looks on mine and Ad´s faces he smiled and did an impression of the tasty nibble he´d created for us. He put his hands on his head to resemble horns and mooed and then pointed to his foot!! BULLS HOOF! Ad and I looked at each other in shock! But were forced to tuck into the gristly, jelly like treat with the aid of some lime juice and Tabasco sauce, nice!
One positive to come out of the evening was that we met a random Mexican girl at the bar who decided that she would like to show us round the city the next day. Meeting her the next morning we discovered that her English wasn´t actually as good as we remembered and we spent most of the day talking in broken sentences like Borat (without the dodgy accent) and miming like fools.