I was telling you the story of how we fell in love with La Paz, wasn’t I? I gotten you past our Great Bus PukeFest of 2011, which was the decisive factor in nixing the lets-bus-around-Mexico idea. I left you at the Pension California (- which we call “Hotel California”) and we were tucking in, getting comfortable.
Okay, so this post has to be about FOOD, cuz we are awfully predictable like that. No way could we love a place without there being some GOOD FOOD going on, right?
And this is the thing: Mikey and I both cook. When we pay attention to food, we are paying attention to what we can buy, ready-made and what’s available for us to make something with. No one wants to eat out all the time and no one wants to cook all the time either, right? A place to love has to have the fixin’s for both.
La Paz has that.
Their markets were amazing – and I think I’ll cover buying food in another post since it’s such a gigantically fun subject. So this is just going to be about eating out.
Mikey and I both cook (but I admit he’s way better than I am now, thanks to that jump start I gave him by being pregnant for 3 years). We both love good food, we are really picky eaters in the sense that we rarely eat anything that isn’t well prepared.
And we are not rich, nor have we ever been yet. We just know how to cook and we know how to find good, cheap food.
Good, cheap food in La Paz
La Paz has a ton of fine restaurants and obviously really delicious morsels for sale in plush environments. Andrew Zimmern even featured a place there! But we just don’t have the budget for those places. We saw them, sized them up but didn’t try them out because we didn’t feel like using a month’s food budget for one meal.
What we did do was walk around, explore many, many streets, ask local people for spots for good-eats and we tried out what was advised.
That’s how we came by Moyeyo’s – this super cool little restaurant with a sand floor, bones from aquatic creatures hanging from the ceiling and a fat, sweet menu that we could afford to get to know.
Oh my God, we loved that place.
Divine fish tacos, baked clams, sea goodness of every variety.
We loved Moyeyo’s – we even got to know the staff, we tuned into the drama that went on and felt like part of the family. It was kind of awesome.
Moyeyo’s was not typical though – I am pretty sure it was the only restaurant around the Malecon that we could be comfortable ordering with abandon, due to our slim wallets. But it’s not just the money piece – it’s also the quality – it was really good food.
So other than Moyeyo’s, we ate a lot of street food – “chocolate clams”
Baked clams too
Big huge street hamburgers. And hot dogs
Mexican baked potato!
We ate a lot of street food.
This is a great thing because you can see how clean the stand is – you are looking right at the kitchen after all – you pay a fraction of the restaurant price, the food is usually outstanding, and you get to hang out with interesting people you’d likely never meet elsewhere.
La Fuente Ice Cream
If you ever go to La Paz (and you happen to like ice cream), this is an absolute must. It’s handmade ice-cream of the Mexican variety with absurdly delightful non-American flavours. I’m talking… blackberry cheese with REAL CHEESE in it. Stuff that’s like, ‘whoah! Are you KIDDING?’ only they aren’t and you are terribly glad it’s for real because this is some insane deliciousness.
Sorry for all my crappy, blurred photos. Next time we go there, I’ll be bringing the dslr and TRIPOD, baby!
I think it was La Fuente that made an ice cream addict out of Moxie. Or else the girl just knows a good thing when she tastes it.
I know a lot of parents are extra-cautious about food in foreign countries with their little ones, and I get it. Sort of. I mean, I know we have to keep our eyes open and our heads on our shoulders. But it’s good to remember that kids adapt faster than adults – your little one is actually less likely to get some nasty worm thing than YOU are.
Food is also one of the most integral parts of a culture – I know Mikey and I want our kids tasting and exploring their ways around places unknown, respecting and appreciating differences. We want them to grow up curious and open minded towards the cuisine of others. Getting out there and asking people what’s good to eat in their town is one way we do it – street food is another. Still another – and one of the best ways to the soul of a culture is eating at the home and table of a family.
We are not there yet, but boy, do we ever hope to be!
This post is a mix of photos over a few years – hence the short haired-Micah in one photo and long in the other 🙂