La Gruta
Prickly Pear Margarita
Queso Fundido with Chorizo
Molcajete La Gruta with Avocado, Tomatoes, Chicharron, Queso Fresco, Onions
Fresh made Blue Corn Tortillas
Turkey Red Mole with Refried Beans and Rice
Mutton Barbacoa with Nopales Salad, Seasoned Rice, Drunken Sauce
Three Salsas
Café de Olla with Cinnamon and Brown Sugar
La Gruta Flan with Cajeta Caramel
Sweet Corn Cake with Eggnog Sauce
Told that being in a relationship requires compromise, but rarely one to yield any ground as relates to fitness or dining, it was with a blind eye turned to ‘touristy’ comments that reservations were booked for two persons at La Gruta just steps from the Pyramid of the Sun, the famous San Juan Teotihuacan restaurant tucked into an ancient cave proving a mostly enjoyable experience as far as ‘theme’ dining goes.
Originally opened in 1906, the cave formed from the actions of a volcano slowly hollowed out and evolving to its current inception complete with colorful chairs and piped in ‘World Music’ that is replaced by Mexican folk and pre-Hispanic dances on Weekends, it was just as security unlocked the front gate that two of us traversed the path located a short distance from Gate Five of the historic site, greetings from a young woman at the podium followed by a short walk down stone stairs to a seat originally far too close to the speakers, an odd under-hang to the table also compromising the comfort of anyone over six feet in height.
Relocated to a better table, this one at foot of stairs where a man could be seen hand-making Tortillas throughout the meal, it was with menus both in Spanish and English offered that the decision making process followed, visual depictions of a few insect offerings seemingly there as much for shock value as education while some of the translations were obviously intended for the timid, Red Mole described as “Cajun” being just one obvious case.
Often finding the music far too loud, though it was turned down when a tour group with Travel & Leisure banners arrived for a photo shoot at the candle-lit cave in back, it was after a brief delay that the meal began with a Prickly Pear Margarita that was sugary but potent and refreshing, the only “Queso Fundido” seen in all of Mexico trending American Tex-Mex with chunks of Chorizo that added a little spice while the “Molcajete La Gruta” was nothing like what one might expect, the dish simply named after the stone bowl into which an Avocado and some spices are smashed in the kitchen and subsequently topped with Tomatoes, Fresh Cheese, Pork Skin and Onions.
Impressed by the Blue Corn Tortillas, probably the best in terms of texture and taste experienced during the trip outside of Pujol and Quintonil, entrée courses quickly arrived just as the rest of the Guacamole was being finished, the Lamb Barbacoa fatty and tender but not nearly as flavorful as that at El Bajio with an odd sauce that was highly acidic while the Turkey Red Mole was about the best thing one can do with the dry Thanksgiving favorite, though the sauce itself avoided the ‘dirty’ characteristics of many and focused moreso on Sesame and Chocolate.
Seeing servers during the early afternoon stretched, only a few working the space where tables were widely spread out, it was with water infrequently filled that some of the Barbacoa and leftover Beans were returned to the kitchen before delving into the Postre section, a cup of lightly sugared Café de Olla with Cinnamon good at first but subsequently ruined by about a teaspoon of grounds at the bottom while the Flan and Corn Cake were quite similar visually, the former lighter than most and not dissimilar to a French Crème de Caramel in terms of texture while the Cake was essentially the sort of Muffin given away at any number Barbeque joints in Texas save for the boozy yellow Eggnog Sauce.
http://www.lagruta.mx/

