Mezcal with Orange Wedges and Salt & Chili
Quick Disclaimer: I’m about three sheets to the wind, or as the Japanese would say: I’m ‘Stinko’. I am not responsible for this post. If you are easily offended—QUIT READING, RIGHT NOW! I lost my virginity tonight (no, not THAT virginity). I was introduced to the magical elixir: Mezcal. Wow and Holy Shit! What a great drink! It’s kind of like a really good tequila—but BETTER.
Mezcal is distilled from the Maguey plant, a form of Agave. And, boy, is it smooth—I mean really smooth. I first heard of Mezcal in the old Paul Newman movie: Hombre. Great flick BTW, but I digress. Most Mezcal comes from Oaxaca, MX (about a 12-hour bus ride from San Cristobal). They have a saying in Oaxaca: Para todo mal, Mezcal, y para todo bien tambien (For all bad, Mezcal, for all good as well). That pretty much sums it up.
It’s served in shot glasses like tequila, with wedges of orange (not lime) and a salt/chili powder combination. Sprinkle a little of the salt/chili powder on the orange wedge, take a sip of Mezcal, and suck on the orange wedge. Muy bueno. I love this stuff. Of course the three shots of Johnny Walker Black Label Scotch Whisky I had beforehand might have had a little something to do with it. Needless to say I was feeling no pain when I finally left the restaurant. Three shots of Scotch and two shots of Mezcal, whew.
Side effects? None that I know of—except that I thought I saw a skeleton and some witches on my walk (stagger) back to the hostel. Or it might have been a hallucination. They’re still celebrating Dia de los Muertos here in San Cristobal.
Photo credit for Mezcal the Dog: Nikhol Esteras Roberts (owner of Mezcal)
My ‘Street Photographer’ friend from Oaxaca, MX