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Normally I'm a snooze-button person. But when you smell pork fat rendering at 7 AM on a Mexico City sidewalk, something primal takes over. These breakfast taco spots had lines forming before sunrise for good reason.
















Mexico City nightlife hits different, and so does the hunger at 1 AM. These spots run late and they're strategically placed near bar-heavy neighborhoods. My post-mezcal self owes them everything.
















Restaurants are great, but Mexico City's mercados are where I found the most intense flavors crammed into the smallest spaces. Plastic stools, strangers' elbows touching yours, and food that made me close my eyes mid-bite.
















Some of the best tacos I found were 45 minutes from my Airbnb. Not the convenient choice, but the kind of spots where you show up, eat something life-altering, and ride the metro home in satisfied silence.
















Three weeks of street food walking taught me what to bring and what to leave behind. My feet, my stomach, and my phone battery all had opinions. Here's what actually earned its space in my bag.














