Churros, Finally

We walked about 12 blocks in pouring rain to get there. It was the last thing we did before we left and we didn’t even have time for it. I pictured us running for the plane, sugar and cinnamon still on our chins, bellies full of hot chocolate, still slipping around in my rain-soaked flip flops while trying not to break the bottles of mezcal rolling around in my suitcase, “but we had to have churros!! please let us through the gate!”

We had been talking about churros all trip. Somehow they never made it into our agenda. We were too full. It was too close to dinner time. We were too lazy to go back to the Centro. But on your last day in Mexico, nothing matters if you haven’t had your churros. In the end, there’s nothing else I would’ve rather done for my last meal in Mexico City than sit soaking wet, absorbed in the warmth of my hot chocolate and the smell of deep frying dough, completely undisturbed by the sky falling and the trip ending and the Centro traffic convulsing back and forth.

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(Photos taken with ipod, excuse the quality!)
El Moro serves churros, (if you don’t know churros consist of slender shapes of fried dough covered in cinnamon and sugar), and hot chocolate 24 hours a day since 1958. From the outside, on a busy street that descends into a subway line, you can peak in through the window and watch men in pillbox hats hover over piles of dough, cinammon, and sugar. Inside the blue and yellow ceramic tiles cover the walls, and the waitresses wear sea green dresses, white aprons, white headbands, stockings and white nurses shoes. They carry out metal trays of chocolate and strawberry milkshakes, and if they weren’t also wearing the look of someone who’s been circling the tables of a 24 hour establishment in the center of Mexico city since they were young and chirpy, you would think you’re in a 1950’s soda fountain. While I’m sure the decor alone could strike a chord in my dad’s nostalgia for root beer floats, for me I don’t know what could please my inner kid more than following the path of a cup of hot chocolate and a pile of churros as they make their way to my table. Maybe what’s even more pleasing is actually dipping that crispy-on the outside, soft in the inside churro into my cup of hot chocolate.

There are multiple hot chocolate options here: Spanish, French and Mexican. I believe the Spanish is darker and thicker, the French sweeter, and the Mexican, well read about Mexican chocolate here if you haven’t already. For a hot chocolate and an order of churros (4 per order) it costs about $5 US. There are a few other options on the menu: milkshakes, milk, coffee, and a glass of cajeta, a carmely syrup. While the milkshakes seemed popular, I would advise to stick with the churros. Because life with churros on your table really can’t get much sweeter.

El Moro
Eje Central Lázaro Cárdenas 42
Col. Centro, Mexico City

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2 Responses to “Churros, Finally”

  1. Peggy
    September 5, 2011 at 3:47 am #

    Love churros! Love this post! You ladies have got me salivating and oh so envious of your churro experience.

  2. gabriela
    September 11, 2011 at 2:23 am #

    me too! i am craving churros now!!