Allegra has lived in Mexico City with her husband since 2016. She’s a New York native who traded one mega-city for another and loves it so much that she had a baby there.
Where I live:
Condesa, a beautiful, tree-lined neighborhood with wide streets good for maneuvering strollers or walking dogs, a lot of expats and one of the best parks in the city.
Best way to get around the city:
For all of its sprawl, it’s really an easy-to-navigate city. The best way to get to know CDMX is by foot, but if you’re not up for walking, the subway is very easy to use; it’s the only icon-based metro system in the world, meaning foreign tourists can navigate without knowing a word of Spanish.
Don’t leave without having:
A carajillo: a coffee cocktail made of espresso and Licor 43 (a vanilla-flavored spirit infused with 43 herbs and spices), shaken over ice. It’s an old-school, working-class drink originally served to give day laborers the fuel they needed to get through the workday.
But the local favorite is really:
Barbacoa on a Sunday morning. Street stalls pop up early in the morning and go until they run out of lamb — carved to order, served in little tacos alongside hot bowls of consomé, a soup made of the meat’s drippings.
If I moved, I’d most miss:
The language. Mexico City Spanish is a mix of devastating wordplay, perverse slang and the politest greetings you’ll hear outside of the Deep South.