Restaurants to Find a Husband / Part 13
Because not every match is found on dating apps.
Mexico City has its own urban safari, and the best expeditions aren’t on Tinder, but in the endless after-meal chat. Eating here is social anthropology.
Rosetta
Species: Sixty-something public official with an impeccable career
He sports a tailored suit and the smile of a former Secretary of State. Orders discreetly, pays in full, and thanks you with that gaze that hides real power.
He travels in an armored Suburban, but with you he strolls through Plaza Luis Cabrera on foot.
Address: Colima 166, Roma, CDMX.
Cuchilleros
Species: Young politician with a future secured (thanks to an invisible godfather)
He says he admires your independence, but not as much as he admires his own speeches.
A total gentleman, until he casually asks if you happen to use your tax ID number.
Address: Madrid 17, Cuauhtémoc, CDMX.
Sala de Despecho
Species: Entrepreneur in a midlife crisis
Back to single life after 20 years with “the woman of the process.” Since he looks for meaning in numbers, now he wants someone in her twenties.
His opening line: “You look so mature for your age.”
Multiple locations.
Klein’s
Species: Deconstructed Jewish intellectual
PhD in Middle Eastern Studies, speaks six languages, and lives off his book royalties.
He listens, he cooks, and explains why Palestine must keep its territory. Not a myth. Just therapy.
Catch him, sister.
Multiple locations.
Going out to eat in CDMX is fieldwork. Every restaurant has its own ecosystem, and every table is the territory of a different species. From the armored official strolling Luis Cabrera with you, to the politician who mistakes small talk for a campaign rally, here they all show up on the menu.
