There was so much good food in Puebla that it would be hard to choose a favorite. Cemitas comes close. This ridiculously big sandwich seems to stay the same size no matter how many bites you take.
My hostess Nuria had to call her husband to remind her of the name of the place she likes best. Both Nuria and Fernando pride themselves on knowing the best places to go for Poblano street food. I think they could write a book.
They both agreed that this place was the best. The workers were giving me dirty looks as I photographed the mayhem and I thought this was odd until I saw the signs posted all over that said No Photos! I guess their sandwich ingredients are a closely guarded secret.
All of the sandiches contained the weird herb papaloquelite which tastes like mint, gasoline and dirt all at the same time. On its own, it's not so nice but teamed with meat, it's a real treat.
I thought when they asked if I wanted pata they meant duck. They didn't. Duck is pato. Pata is leg but it's really a not so pleasant gelatinous pig's foot. I tried but I couldn't finish it and ended up ordering a milanesa.
Do't you think a stand with these would do well here in the states?