The scourge of globalization

sushi-1_small.jpg There is a cornucopia of good things to eat in Mexico City, and most of them are found on the street. The sidewalk is a Mexican’s bistro, his pit stop, his perpetual picnic. The choices are nearly endless – tacos, quesadillas, tortas, tlayudas, sopes, gorditas, et alia. And sushi. And teriyaki. You heard right: Japanese food has found its place on the sidewalk here. There have been Japanese restaurants in Mexico City for longer than I can remember. Most tend to serve items that clearly pander to the home team. For instance, in addition to fish, sushi rolls are usually stuffed with cream cheese, jalapeño peppers, or mayonnaise, and in certain gruesome instances, all three.But those are restaurants of the indoor, sit-down variety. As far as I can tell, the stand pictured above, on Avenida Insurgentes just south of the Chilpancingo metro station, is the first street stall dispensing Japanese food in the city. While I consider myself a culinary swashbuckler, for some reason I haven’t been enthused by the idea of eating sushi that’s been sitting out in the heat all day. Should I change my mind and succumb, you’ll be the first to know.