This particular one to Guadalupe Valley started with a phone call from my mom. She had just quit her second full-time job and "was bored." Ever since I moved out for college and started my career in broadcast journalism, we've rarely had the opportunity to spend quality time with each other.
Hence, ask and you shall receive madre!
Yup, that's us cheersing with a tequila shot in Puerto Nuevo right before our delish meal of spiny lobster, beans and rice. Her exact words after taking a sip: "This wine is not very good." God, I love her.
I'll tell you where the wine is very good though. Keep going south on Highway 1, go east right after the last toll booth. You may get a little lost, but a kind federal agent named "Nieto" will help you with directions. He's a total flirt, but apparently has no interest in me. *ahem* Lindsay Hood *ahem*
He speaks English well, but he'll be shy about it and probably ask you out so he can "practice English." *ahem* Lindsay Hood *ahem*
We made it to Guadalupe Valley, only an hour south of the border.
When you get here, oh the wine. The sweet, sweet heaven on earth. One of our stops was Torres Alegre Winery. We got a personal tour of the place by the owner's son. The owner is this mad scientist wine connoisseur who's also a world-traveling professor.
Okay, Okay, I know what you're thinking. What about the food? Spiny lobster not enough for you people?!
After another winery stop at Hacienda la Lomita Vinícola, we had lunch in a brown, unassuming shack-looking building literally a few hundred feet away. You wouldn't even think it was a restaurant unless someone pointed it out to you. It's so unassuming, I catch the name of the place!
A friend of ours who imports wine from the region told us this is where many of the field workers would come for lunch. The food is so good apparently the high-end restaurants nearby try to replicate its specialities.
One of the specialties -- the lamb. Their slow baked/roasted, melt in your mouth, died and gone to heaven lamb. The meat is so god --- SO GOOD -- there are barely any condiments. You get a plate of pulled lamb meat, a small bowl of the broth it's cooked in and homemade tortillas. I know the picture doesn't look like much, but when it's this simple, you know you're in for the good stuff.
Sorry vegetarians. I know you're all queasy now, but if you're a lover of all foods like me, this is right up your alley.
(I'd like to say no lamb was hurt in the production of this blog post, but that would be a lie.)
That's it for now about the Guadalupe Valley adventure. Coming up soon Beyond the Pho in San Diego. We're talking about the true Souper Bowls. The noodles of all noodles. The bowl of heaven that'll tantalize senses you didn't even know you had! All that for less than what you pay for your morning Starbucks.