Far de Mistura and long queues near the sea and the waves seductive, between North American and Mancora beach, in the Malecon that connects the road with the ocean, Mr. Hermes The talareño Hermes, Hermes chef, prepares with dizzying enviable skill and seasoning, trails and marvelous ceviche de conchas negras. carretillón barricaded behind a tank-like shell mounds and unopened, with all its juice lemons and onions to waiting to be chopped, the expert cevichero waits patiently to potential diners, tourists, backpackers, surfers, harrows, serene and lovebirds of lovers, husbands and even lovers.
"Of all falls down here," says talareño season while the shells, then open them accurately with a sort of guillotine. "I will try, do not despair," reassures his future guest, who arrived chewing their anguish and their hunger, after finishing a poor menu that was left in the tooth. atrial A plate of ceviche. Little onion, less fish. A chaufa seafood that was in something even if it did not become overwhelming. Eight luquitas water, restauracinto wasted a good looking but low flavorful, just a few meters from the truck saving Hermes, who cevichazos tip, has been learning and working in cities across the country.
is now in Mancora, very close to their homeland, knowing palates satisfied and others who first learn about the seduction of black scallops ceviche with his popcorn mountain, its spicy hot pepper, the onion and petite the acidity of lemon Northern irreplaceable.
And with its wacky courtesy, Hermes promoted to finish his work and before treated to a refreshing beer black blonde ever, as usually ask those coming to the tank truck, its plastic tables at your local outdoors between the road and the sea, full levee tourism and, above all, far from Mistura and queues.
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