The best beef broth I’ve ever had lives here.
It’s like this: the soup transcends palate dimensions, it makes you rethink everything you thought you knew about something so classically domestic and it truly outshines family recipes (sorry, grandma). To be fair, our grandmothers definitely ate here when they were little girls and were maybe even attended by the same servers… the history here runs deep.
This spot opened in 1860, when Benito Júarez was still president. It’s the oldest restaurant in the city. The same place where Agustín Lara played piano (and where the Agustín Lara classics are still played), with murals depicting the good ol’ days, ancient pottery, decades-old celebrity autographs hanging on the wall and the massive and delicious Chiles en Nogada (order a half-portion, trust us). While most places only offer the stuffed pepper classic in September here, you’ll find it on the menu year-round. In fact, this building is no longer referred to as the ex-convent of Santo Domingo. Instead, it’s the Chile en Nogada cathedral.
The long wait is part of the tradition, too. As is the chaotic service. We like to bring our foreign friends to remind them that this is what real Mexican food is… not the stuff they’re used to. And the way things are going, this spot will be around for our grandchildren and theirs.
Tip: The restaurant is on the same street that the Metrobus runs on. So, you’ll have to park about a half block away.