Enjoy “El Agave Cafe” at the Hacienda

A dish called Sonora

Wednesday February 15, 2012

They say the way to a man’s heart is through his  stomach. Over four days in Sonora, Mexico, I lost my heart three square meals a  day.

At first, attempting to curb my normal  enthusiasm for new cuisine, I tried to resist the allure of the local  gastronomy, approaching each bite with a coolness normally reserved for a first  date. But with each passing morsel, I felt my guard slip further. So by the end  of our first day together, I was unable to contain my love of all tastes Sonoran.

Sure, I’d flirted with Mexican cuisine before: a  burrito here and there, a taco or two, the odd quesadilla, and arguably the most  un-Mexican of Mexican dishes – nachos. But for the most part, Mexican food  remained a mystery: a cuisine well known, but largely unrealized.

It wasn’t until I landed in Sonora, and lifted  the veil of that first tortilla, that I began to understand what Mexican food was  really about. Yes, there are beans, there is cheese, and there are more forms  of corn than you could poke a Taquito  at. But there is much, much more.

Upon introduction, at the El Agave Café, I gush  over the green and red salsa, which with the creamy guacamole, comes as a  precursor to nearly every meal. Served with a smooth bottle of Pacifica (beer),  this is followed by a fiery tortilla soup (a red chili and cheese broth),  smoking-hot enchiladas (flatbread rolled around a filling and covered with a  hot pepper sauce) and a sweet coconut flan. Not a bad first date.

Then,  less than 24 hours later, we find ourselves sitting down for breakfast, where  traditional refried beans, Huevos Mexicanos (eggs scrambled with salsa) and chilaquiles (Mexican bubble and  squeak) accompany fresh fruit juices. So much for taking it slowly.Later that day, on a walk through the town of  Alamos, I am introduced to the local markets. Here, churros, coyotas (cookies  filled with brown sugar) and sweet pastries – some served from the back of a pick-up  truck – vie for the business of cashed-up, sugar-hungry children. I opt for the  potato chips, doused in fresh lime juice and chili sauce.

Over the next 48 hours, I am seduced by everything  from a light green chili soup to tostadas (a Mexican open-faced ‘sandwich’),  from chile relleno (stuffed peppers) to chimichangas (a deep fried burrito).  But my favourite dish, the one for which I fall hardest, is the tamales (a corn-based  dough, steamed in banana leaves).


And then, with a heavy heart, and full stomach, my journey through Sonora is suddenly over.

But as I overlook the Gulf of California from the village of San Carlos, with tasty tamarind margarita in hand, I realize that this is a love affair that will linger on.


For more information on Sonora, and Mexico,  visit: www.visitmexico.com.




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  Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Hacienda de los Santos, Alamos

When dust gives way to cobblestones and a noisy, crazy festival startles the quiet of your afternoon; when you are swept into a song and learn the lyrics (and a language) of a Mexico you’ve just met; when, throat dry and feet numb you stop at the disconcerting beauty of Hacienda de los Santos: welcome.

A saint, says Leonard Cohen, is one who works in chaos, but balances with love. Hacienda de los Santos, or House of Saints, seems then a saintly wonder in this city of music and fiesta and we unravel at its entrance as if children roused from sleep.

Bougainvillea drips from the walls of a courtyard, which, like a secret now shared, opens out onto a pool that’s surface is almost too beautiful to break. Greeted with the tart and sweet Jamaica (hibiscus tea) we stand in the sudden open and look out out to Mount Alamos.

I’ve forgotten that accommodation can, itself, be the destination.

Hacienda de los Santos comprises 27 guestrooms, suites and villas each named for a saint. I think, then, this must be Heaven, for the saints live here – or at the very least visit when we sleep.

Each room has its own soul and is decorated accordingly, but comfort is not forsaken for looks: the bed too comfortable to leave, the bathroom kitted out with things I didn’t know I needed.

There is a theatre too, private dining rooms, and the sense that, even when full, here is always a pocket of peace.

Having been lured out by promises of opera and street music, we return to find the fireplaces in our rooms lit, the pool in our courtyard encircled by candles and sipping tequila (the Murmullo just one of the 400+ tequila collection available at the bar) awaiting us in the Presidential Villa.

“Do you need a gardener?” I ask owner Jim Swickard. He thinks I’m joking, but Alamos both within and without the walls of Hacienda de los Santos has the power to turn tourist into resident and I want to stay a little longer, in this, the House of Saints.

Images courtesy of Hacienda de los Santos.

For more information, contact: www.haciendadelossantos.com.


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