Last night we celebrated Dia de los Muertos with a full restaurant of expats and Mongolians, with fabulous seasonal decoration and a lively floor show. There was a set menu of sangria, sopa de hongos (mushrooms and pancetta in broth), horchata, chilaquiles and tres leches cake to finish. All of it was quite good, and the chilaquiles (right) actually had some chile warmth, which we appreciated.
No mariachi band, unfortunately, but there was a man who did tricks with fire — is there a term for these guys? — a three-person band and two contortionist acts.
Mongolian contortionists are famous and perform around the world, as well as locally. I asked our friend if booking them is like getting a magician for your kid’s birthday party, and, well, yes, it is.
Overall, it was an enjoyable night — in that culturally-dislocated way we’re coming to expect. We hear the restaurant is owned by three partners: one Mongolian, one Mexican and one Irish. (It sounds like the beginning of a great joke, doesn’t it? “Three guys walk into a bar, a Mongolian…”) Add to that a bunch of expats from western countries that don’t celebrate Dia de los Muertos, and the whole thing felt pretty random. Fun, though.