Mexican food is becoming downright trendy here in the City of Lights.
And I, for one, am thrilled. Quelling that Mexican craving no longer requires lengthy and expensive ingredient hunts followed by all-day cooking sessions.
Nope, nowadays all I have to do to get my fix is head to one of a growing number of taquerias. Parisian Mexican stalwart Anahuacalli, widely regarded as one of the best in the city, has now entered the fray with their own taqueria in the hip Canal St. Martin neighborhood, called El Guacamole. At three and a half euros per taco, prices are a touch more expensive than Candelaria, but on par with Itacate (whose tortas, it must be said, are something of a disappointment).
However, they’re generously filled, traditionally garnished (buenos dias, marinated red onions), and served on good – but not handmade – corn tortillas. Having stumbled across their website on Monday night, I found myself at El Guacamole for a late lunch on Tuesday. It was sunny out, for once, and I decided to hop on a Velib’ and head down the canal after work, just to check the place out. But I could hardly check it out without eating, could I?
I’m pleased to report that the puerco cooked in salsa verde was very good. The pollo pibil had kind of a funny taste to my palate – maybe too much annatto? – but I loved the onions on top and the tender, long-cooked texture. The “salsa piquante” brought to the table along with the tacos was not in the least picante, but the gentlemen running the place were very friendly. I’ll be back, for sure. I mean, I have to give the other menu items a try before passing judgment.
They’ve only been open a week, but another thing I’m sure of is that the long, narrow restaurant with the bright green facade will have long lines at mealtimes, especially while the weather is nice enough to take your tacos to go for a canalside picnic. Two more pieces of good news about El Guacamole: it’s mere steps from Du Pain et Des Idées, and the next time I want a taco before a show at the Alhambra, I don’t have to walk all the way across République to get to Candelaria (which, by the way, still has my heart, but I’m always glad to have options).
On this day on 2010: Le Bambou (more ethnic-eating-in-August adventures)
Originally published on Croque-Camille.