lions of Babylon

Nudo Negro is not just a black knot but a black ball of thread that a cat unwinds and uses to create havoc and wreak destruction on your orderly living space. The ponzu oysters on the half shell sell out and all waiters yell in unison. It is a sad moment but it is cause for celebration as we bagged the last order. Chefs deliver food from upstairs loft kitchen in artsy upscale Condessa neighborhood of Mexico City. Spider man music blasts as a masked waiter is lowered from kitchen. There is Lebanese influence in the lamb leg mole and grilled eggplant.  The pork shoulder with beats and carrots rocks hard. The atmosphere is surreal. The food is sublime. Fusion is the future. Meat is featured prominently.   We prepare our children for the future we cannot imagine. At dinner with Chinese industrialists, Mexican retail family and Gringo Loco. We toast our grandparents who prepared us to sit at this table together in Mexico City’s finest offering to gastronomic perestroika. The future looks bright.  ‎The lions of Babylon never sleep.