On Saturday I joined the Pulquetour of Pulque Our , bringing a truly bitchen chairoproyecto: a catalog-guide-in-line pulquerías remaining, discover the most hidden, and share the experience via a blog. Highly recommended. And let you know of upcoming tours, pa big is armed and pulque stay "of six" to see so many people *. For now, tell them about the places we went that day:
1. The warbling (sic) of birds. Leonardo Da Vinci
esq. Mills, Mixcoac
say pulquería as-god-sent, but now is one of those bars seudoméxican frightening decor, Aztec calendars, gold-painted pottery and posters of women's buttocks with the logo of Cruz Azul. There are all kinds of cheap alcohol, and have little bit AAAAI pulque, acidón-chafón. That day had only one cure, guava, more bearable than the target, but mñeeeé.
The place is prescidible and apart "expensive" (40 pesos the pitcher does not sound expensive, but the standards pulque yes it is).
2. The golden cup. Avenida del Rosal
esq. Rosa Estrella, Molino de Rosas
When we arrived there was pulque, thus: Noooo young, ps has not arrived, and who knows what time to arrive. As if pulque were a dude, as Pulque , a dude. Tons went to throw some tacos at El Naranjito, which is directly opposite. When we were paying we were told it had already reached the pulque (the drink, not the dude). The pulque, a man old man old man old man and all peloblancoarrugas and cute and charming, served us a white pulque fresh, sweet, delicious. Nom Nom Nom. There was no cure, but no matter. And I felt very pachiche to realize that any day that pulquería closed, because it's all grinding, empty and abandoned. SNIFF. Does your paper pieces for years and is all dark and dingy. I love it. I want to return before its end.
3. The worst is anything
almost Av Toluca 108 esq. Olivar, Progress
Uy uy uy, what a nice discovery. Although we all wet plash plash because we caught the tormentone, "Why so warm welcome" had. Pulcata mosaiquitos The beige is all over, yellow floodlit few watts. Has your pulquero mustache and smiling, and a younger leading man with hair. The white pulque not tried it, I went straight to the curing of lemon, and how awful what rich was, with its taste and amarguidulce Canelita. And nor do I want to go, but we left because it had stopped raining and had one last stop on the tour. But we take a souvenir photo:
4. I
Peripheral passing almost esq. Nayarit, cerquitasss of Toluca Avenue, Progress
This was the most hidden of course. Misses between cars and bridges and noise and asphalt. But there is little doors with folding painted white. I think it was my favorite of the evening, although I was already peeing and I did not go to the bathroom because ps i am well fucking strawberries. They have pictures nostalgic little, but cute, some family members and others in the city. The pulque are extremely cool, though one of Bigotina and was pedísimo and it was very difficult to communicate with him, juju. There was cured of celery and oat, both real good. Finally, when we were leaving and when I asked a few gallons pa 'wear, a man approached me and gave me this:
Cesarcostíticos *: do not start. I know you think that people like me "not" deserve "to go to the pulque, which because we are strawberries and we see it" as a fashion "and only drink pulque" for posting on our blogs "and that" our fault "then pulquerías will be full of" dudes of the Countess. " Why, you know what? I hope that "my fault" pulquerías dudes are filled by the Condesa, because what we need are Clients to invest their money in their products so that they disappear. If you prefer to go to hell and that pulque are unemployed and their sons of you unfamiliar with the pulque by chairopurismo elitist, then you better get out the vergapuntocom. ***
Changing the subject, but taking advantage of already posti, there I go two things:
1. In the afternoon tweeted: @ Via
gonzalopolis and Dyana I find the first viral TV Azteca: http://tiny.cc/2mY9Z. Keyboard is for Cat! Who does?
and forces that Quid pro quo (@ quidproq) applies:
Bravo!
2. I'm dying of nerves. Tomorrow I interview Biz Stone against ten thousand people at the National Auditorium. TEN THOUSAND.
Brbrbbrr.
We have explored the worst-case scenario: I get so nervous that I break the jug of water that always put on the tables of speakers, and blood begins to flow from my hands and I'm dying. Or I fall on stage. Or accidentally insult Biz. Or vomit from nerves. What would be REALLY serious? No. Only the broken jar of blood and my death, but mñeeeeeeé.
What should I wear? Do you have questions for him? Rólenlas.
real-time event in the plaquetwitter .
2. The golden cup. Avenida del Rosal
esq. Rosa Estrella, Molino de Rosas
When we arrived there was pulque, thus: Noooo young, ps has not arrived, and who knows what time to arrive. As if pulque were a dude, as Pulque , a dude. Tons went to throw some tacos at El Naranjito, which is directly opposite. When we were paying we were told it had already reached the pulque (the drink, not the dude). The pulque, a man old man old man old man and all peloblancoarrugas and cute and charming, served us a white pulque fresh, sweet, delicious. Nom Nom Nom. There was no cure, but no matter. And I felt very pachiche to realize that any day that pulquería closed, because it's all grinding, empty and abandoned. SNIFF. Does your paper pieces for years and is all dark and dingy. I love it. I want to return before its end.
3. The worst is anything
almost Av Toluca 108 esq. Olivar, Progress
4. I
Peripheral passing almost esq. Nayarit, cerquitasss of Toluca Avenue, Progress
This was the most hidden of course. Misses between cars and bridges and noise and asphalt. But there is little doors with folding painted white. I think it was my favorite of the evening, although I was already peeing and I did not go to the bathroom because ps i am well fucking strawberries. They have pictures nostalgic little, but cute, some family members and others in the city. The pulque are extremely cool, though one of Bigotina and was pedísimo and it was very difficult to communicate with him, juju. There was cured of celery and oat, both real good. Finally, when we were leaving and when I asked a few gallons pa 'wear, a man approached me and gave me this:
Just like that. I just wanted to sell me, but not, yet I said: No no no do you think, but he insisted and insisted and insisted, and said: Orale So what the hell, thank you very much.
understood nothing, but now the project Pulque We already have pets, and we carry on trips and taking photos at each stop. Jiji, what. Be informed.
Soon: The second part of "Ah but what a great weekend!" Containing SICK photos hesitated.
understood nothing, but now the project Pulque We already have pets, and we carry on trips and taking photos at each stop. Jiji, what. Be informed.
Soon: The second part of "Ah but what a great weekend!" Containing SICK photos hesitated.
Cesarcostíticos *: do not start. I know you think that people like me "not" deserve "to go to the pulque, which because we are strawberries and we see it" as a fashion "and only drink pulque" for posting on our blogs "and that" our fault "then pulquerías will be full of" dudes of the Countess. " Why, you know what? I hope that "my fault" pulquerías dudes are filled by the Condesa, because what we need are Clients to invest their money in their products so that they disappear. If you prefer to go to hell and that pulque are unemployed and their sons of you unfamiliar with the pulque by chairopurismo elitist, then you better get out the vergapuntocom. ***
Changing the subject, but taking advantage of already posti, there I go two things:
1. In the afternoon tweeted: @ Via
gonzalopolis and Dyana I find the first viral TV Azteca: http://tiny.cc/2mY9Z. Keyboard is for Cat! Who does?
and forces that Quid pro quo (@ quidproq) applies:
Bravo!
2. I'm dying of nerves. Tomorrow I interview Biz Stone against ten thousand people at the National Auditorium. TEN THOUSAND.
Brbrbbrr.
We have explored the worst-case scenario: I get so nervous that I break the jug of water that always put on the tables of speakers, and blood begins to flow from my hands and I'm dying. Or I fall on stage. Or accidentally insult Biz. Or vomit from nerves. What would be REALLY serious? No. Only the broken jar of blood and my death, but mñeeeeeeé.
What should I wear? Do you have questions for him? Rólenlas.
real-time event in the plaquetwitter .
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