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One of the things that I was not looking forward to after leaving Mexico was my perceived lack of good food. Previous experience in Central America had shown me that regional cuisine tends to leave a lot to be desired. Then again, one of the best meals I have had in my life was in Granada, Nicaragua. At any rate, as we crossed the border into Guatemala I had already accepted that rice, beans and chicken were going to be the bulk of our dining experience probably for a good long while. Lake Atitlan proved me wrong.
I really didn’t know much about Lake Atitlan prior to arriving there. The little I did know came from other overlander’s blogs and a few entries that had I read on the iOverlander app. The common theme seemed to be something along the lines of “I planned on staying for two nights, ended up here for 12 weeks”. I’m willing to bet that anyone who hasn’t got a firm timeline and arrives at Lake Atitlan ends up staying longer than they had initially planned. That is mostly because the place can easily be described as paradise. Beautiful scenery, great weather and an interesting cross-section of humanity are all fixtures at Lake Atitlan.
I don’t know why I had never heard about Guatemalan beef before. Perhaps it’s because steak in general doesn’t really get talked about. Perhaps it’s because barbecue is usually considered low-brow. I can tell you that amongst the many yoga studios, vegan restaurants and patchouli wafting in the air, there are some great places to get a perfectly cooked hunk of meat around Lake Atitlan.
On Sundays, in the village of San Pedro you can enjoy fantastic barbecue at Smokin’ Joes. They offer a veritable smorgasbord of delicious, delicious meat. My first time through I opted for a bacon-wrapped filet mignon and it was a fantastic steak if not a bit underdone. The BBQ plate also comes with (nearly) unlimited sides from the buffet. They do only offer one very generous portion of mac n’ cheese. It’s very good, apparently so good that the “unlimited” bit had to be removed due to abuse. The barbecue was so good that we returned the following Sunday, this time opting for the pulled pork which was heavenly. The same folks also do a Saturday BBQ in Panajachel. If you’re in the area, and you like to eat meat, this is an event that you won’t want to miss out on.
OK, not really fine dining but the steak at the restaurant in Hostel Fe in San Marcos La Laguna was seriously one of the best I’ve had and certainly the best outside of a steakhouse. I rarely order steak. I’ve had too many bad experiences so it always seems a bit risky. Cate, on the other hand, will take that risk more often than not. Our first trip to restaurant Fe, she took that chance and I braced myself for a huge dissapointment. The disappointment didn’t happen. Her filet was seasoned and cooked perfectly. She graciously offered me a bite and I instantly regretted not taking the same risk that she had. My meal was good, but having missed out on a steak like this was a bit of a bummer. No worries though, we made a return trip and I had a steak of my own.
I’m no foodie by any means but after having spent just over three weeks on the shores of Lake Atitlan, I found myself again not wanting to leave a place for fear of bad food in the next place we would go. This fear hasn’t come to fruition yet as we have also found many great pieces of meat in Antigua.
Guatemalan beef (and pork), it’s what’s for dinner.
This was supposed to be my “farewell to Mexico” post. We were sitting on a beach in Mexico contemplating our eventual departure and then things got weird. We were within about a month of expiration of Moby’s tourist visa, aka temporary import permit. The new year brought an increase of 20% in fuel prices in Mexico. There were also fuel shortages with many gas stations shuttered and the ones that were open experiencing long queues. Rural areas were hit or miss as far as gas goes. We agonized over whether or not we should just make a mad dash for the border or return to San Cristobal to wait it out. Had we gone to our beloved San Cris, we probably would not have wanted to go anywhere or do anything owing to the uncertainty of fuel. A visit to the ruins of Palenque had been on the itinerary, but with a return of civil unrest in Chiapas, making a long drive to somewhere hot and with mosquitos and needing to navigate roadblocks to get there made that about as appealing as a root canal. Couple all of that with the uncertainty in the lead-up to the U.S. presidential inaguration, we made the decison to bail early on Mexico.
This was also going to be my “the road ahead” post, but now the road ahead is the road we’re on. I’m going to miss Mexico. Save a couple of nights in transit, Oaxaca represented the end of our time in Mexico. For now.
Oaxaca in particular felt like a crossroads. Most of The best of Mexico can be found in Oaxaca. Good Mexican food, Oaxaca has it. Beautiful beaches, check. Craft (nano) breweries, yep. And of course, mezcal. Oaxaca is also just about as far north as coffee is produced. We’ll be traveling through coffee country for the next several months.
We’ve already experienced the coffee in Chiapas as we had lived there prior to starting this trip. I loved that so many cafes roast their beans in-house. From here to Perú, we’ll get to experience some great coffee along the way. We have friends in Panama (Geisha coffee anyone?) as well as having a favorite cafe or three along the way.
So here we are in in the scenic area of Lake Atitlan, Guatemala. There are coffee trees (bushes?, shrubs?) growing right to where we’re camped. There are as many cafes in the small village here as there are hostels. The tiniest of corner stores has some sort of artesenaly roasted coffee beans for sale. My limited research indicates that there aren’t really any craft beers brewed in Guatemala. Mezcal and tequila can only (legally speaking) be produced in Mexico. I don’t much care for rum, so coffee is what I’m going to be turning my attention to.
Mezcal, tequila and a thriving craft beer scene, I’m gonna miss you all terribly. Coffee, I’m looking forward to getting to know you better. If you happen to know any fantastic cafes on the road south of Guatemala, please do let us know. Is there a locally produced spirit other than rum that I should try? I’d love to hear about it.