Pulquería La Hija de Los Apaches — Local services in Mexico City

After visiting the Museo del pulque near the intersection of "la Reforma" and Insugentes, my son and I had to sample pulque where it's commonly consumed: a pulque bar. Now, despite the hinky looking exterior of "La hija...," don't be put off. Go inside and engage. From the colorful signage posted everywhere to the pulque itself, this was a true adventure for us. But, as my son would attest, do not order pulque with the red "curado" (flavoring); it comes off like kool-aid. Also, if you're looking forward to the mango curado, be sure to go when mangoes are in season (we visited in late October). Our next trip to CDMX, we'll hit La hija...

The place is very local, decorated in a very funny way (popular posters with the faces replaced with the owners - whom was a famous wrestler) Bring your ID, you have to show it at the entrance no matter what. Get in there early if you want a table as it gets very crowded. Bring comfortable shoes - they have a live salsa band and everybody comes here to dance!

Went here with a tour showing us the different pulques. I was not a fan of the pulques but thats my personal taste. I had beer instead, cold and tasty mexican beer :) Overall, fun fun fun and a must...

YO, . . . EL PULQUE

“Que mi tradición se inculque.”

De seguro, me conoces, soy el “néctar de los Dioses”, ofrenda, pulque sagrado, por Mayahuel, consagrado.

Octli, en náhuatl, se pronuncia, vino blanco, así, se . . . anuncia mi tan prehispánico origen, nobles pueblos, me bendicen.

Tengo linaje, abolengo, del Valle de Apan provengo, altiplanicie pulquera, ¡ay, qué divina esa tierra!

Me han disfrutado los reyes por ser savia de magueyes, de pencas de dura piel, corazón, piña, aguamiel.

Mucílago, “tlachiquero”, sacerdote, al que más quiero, acocote de erudito, esa “raspa”, necesito.

Bacterias, ser fermentado, tengo el alcohol por aliado, barricas, terso reposo, mi mayordomo, buen mozo.

Soy bebida, espesa, nívea, elíxir, cual leche tibia, “chamaquero”, cien por ciento, medicinal, yo, no miento.

Pureza suma, tan alta que, por ahí, dicen me falta, solo un grado pa’ ser carne, no se vale “bautizarme”.

Nutricional, bien amado, viscoso, rico “curado”, con frutas o vegetales, delicia de los mortales.

Por ser fino, rico pulque, que mi tradición se inculque, con un sentido profundo, por México, por el mundo.

Tengo grandeza, decoros, también porto mis apodos, “neutle”, viagra, caldo de oso, “pulmón”, soy lo más . . . sabroso.

Autor: Lic. Gonzalo Ramos Aranda Ciudad de México, a 25 de enero del 2018 Dedicado al ídolo del box, Don Rubén Olivares Reg. SEP Indautor No....