First published in Atención San Miguel April 13, 3007
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The contrast might dazzle you into silent awe or send you into a rage of revolutionary rhetoric, but it’s hard not to be impressed in some way with high-end
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Closer to the city center is Polanco, just north of Chapultepec Park, the neighborhood of choice for grand hotels, foreign embassies, business people and a sizable portion of the city’s Jewish population; it’s a good place to experience the bountiful side of the economy. (Look for the excellent free map of Polanco in many stores.)
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| I never imagined I would be writing about a shopping mall, especially here, but after last month’s column about traditional markets, I thought it was time to tip the scales. The Antara Mall (Ejército Nacional near Moliere in Polanco), just over a year old, is the premier shopping mecca for |
Open-air walkways line two gracefully curving arcs, each three stories tall, filled with swanky shops and restaurants--even the underground parking garage is fancy and clean. Armani, DKNY, Hugo Boss, Kenneth Cole, Body Shop, and Coach are some of the recognizable names here; Kiehl’s Cosmetics (in
The pleasant open-air food court has some of the usual fast-food culprits (McDonald’s, Burger King, Starbucks) as well as a few healthier choices. When you place your order, you are given a pager which lights up and beeps when the food is ready, so you don’t have to get bored waiting in line. The eclectic crowd will have you wondering where you are. I saw one table full of gringos, another of Japanese, and a group of 20-something Mexican kids who looked like extras from Baywatch, complete with blond hair and wrap-around sunglasses. Don’t miss going to the movies upstairs at Cinemex, where the VIP Platino theaters feature reclining leather seats and waiters who will deliver your order (from their 10-page menu) to your seat. The ‘I-can’t-believe-this’ factor was worth the 98-peso admission price even before the movie started.
One curious note about the Antara mall--what could this mean?--there is no bookstore.
Avoid the mall food and head for a real meal at Aguila y Sol, (Emilio Castelar 229, Polanco, Tel. 5281-8354--make reservations) where chic, white, minimalist decor sets the stage for perhaps the best Mexican restaurant in town. Chef Marta Ortiz Chapa is known as a leading proponent of ‘Nueva Cocina Mexicana’ which uses traditional ingredients in creative, unexpected combinations. Their website is www.aguilaysol@prodigy.net.mx
After lunch, walk east on Avenida Presidente Masaryk, the
A more affordable luxury is the ice cream at Alto Tango (Mazaryk near Alfredo de Musset). It is the best I have tasted outside of
At Mazaryk 360, walk into the Pasaje Mazaryk, a bit of old
El Péndulo (Alejandro Dumas 81) is a bookstore/caf’e with a small, but savvy selection in English. The most appealing restaurants in this area are Ivoire(upstairs at Emilio Castelar 95, Tel. 5280-0477) with a ‘French Colonial’ menu, and El Bajío(a few blocks past the park at Alejandro Dumas 7, Tel: 5281-8245) with excellent Mexican food in a more casual setting.
There is a taxi sitio in the middle of Parque Lincoln on Julio Verne, in front of the statue of Martin Luther King.
While not the most expensive hotel in town, there is something about the Camino Real
(Mariano Escobedo 700, Colonia Anzures, Tel. 5263-8888) that captures a sense of theatrical grandeur--in Mexican style--that can be so much fun in big city hotels. The spacious architectural proportions echo the ruins of Teotihuacán just north of the city. It’s a good place to get dressed up and act rich. The Blue Lounge with its glass floors hovering over a shallow pool of water, feels like a set for a James Bond movie. The restaurant Le Cirque (also in
For more intimate chic, go to the brand new Hippodrome Hotel (Avenida
The look of big money tends to be the same all over the world, including in this city, so while money and shopping play their part here, it is often the lack of resources that inspires the most compelling sights: fire-eaters ‘entertaining’ commuters at stop lights by inserting kerosene-ignited sticks into their mouths, an old country woman wrapped in a rebozo selling avocados displayed on a blanket in the Centro, an 8-year old boy playing the accordion on the metro, an old man dressed in Aztec costume beating a drum for tips.
What is surprising to many visitors is not the style, but the extent of the wealth here. In a country famous for its poverty, the amount of money, and the whiteness of most of its possessors, exposes a powerful aspect of life in