Plaza Garibaldi. Centro Historico.

I have to admit, that I found my trek to Plaza Garibaldi to be a little scary. I was dragged to it by a friend. When we got there, it was after midnight and the party was just getting started. We'd passed through a seemingly sketchy area to get there, so I was nervous, and the music didn't really help. You see, it wasn't one mariachi band. It was about fifteen or twenty different mariachi musicians playing fifteen or twenty different songs at any given time. ("So, it was just noise then?" You ask. Well, yeah. Pretty much.) We bought micheladas for 15 pesos, and a song for 20. Then we went into the Mercado San Camilito and ate pozole.

The highlight of this outing? The pozole.

This is the kind of place you should see just because it's a little spooky and kinda weird, and you'll definitely get an anecdote or two out of it. Just remember, if you do come for the music, stay for the pozole. Oh, and eighty-six the music.