€€€€ • Spagnola • Cuauhtémoc
Lorenzo is the mirror in the other room, where I reflect what I sometimes become. It's an intimate menu that can be shared, a generous dish with a unique flavor in the memory, and above all, it's the cuisine I long for. The kind of cuisine that is elegant, that is respectful of the chef, that is contemptuous of informality, but above all, that touch that makes it the simple experience you can cite at any time. It's the cuisine that remembers our ancestors, the blend of my cultures, with recent techniques, with ingredients that travel, but above all, with a clear absence of the main protagonist. Lorenzo doesn't exist unless you go to see him and eat from him; that's why he's the mirror in the other room, the lines on the ceiling, the tableware on which the dish is assembled.
