So I guess I’ve broken one of my New Year’s resolutions (actually, to be exact, pre-New Year’s resolution), which was to blog more often, and we’re just barely into the first month of 2011. The hangover I nursed after a super fab X-Marx New Year’s Eve dinner had hardly subsided before I was traipsing back along the pat-down central that is O’Hare airport. Yes, my travel grind is in full swing so blog entries may be a little sparse in the upcoming weeks (ok, ok, I’ll try as much as I can to be up-to-date with the postings!). Last week, I was in Mexico City for the first time, a city that has always intrigued me since I first saw Alejandro Gonzales Inarritu’s masterful Amores Perros, truly one of the best films of the ‘naughts, during the 2000 Chicago International Film Festival. The city was like another character in that film – insanely frenetic, morally corrupt, colorful, careening, lascivious, an urban metaphor for complicated lives. Although Mexico City is one of the world’s grand, great cities (at 25 million people, two Chicagos can fit into its urban density), I was a little apprehensive when this business trip came up on the schedule, given its track record on crime and violence. When I heard though that Rick Bayless, Top Chef Master and Chicago’s pride, said that Mexico City was currently one of the hot, up and coming cities for dining in the world, I resolved to explore its culinary scene as much as I could during my visit, crime and violence track records be damned. And thank you Rick – since I had some really terrific meals, which could be in the running for my year’s most memorable dining list, in Mexico City, a rambunctious, contradictory, stimulating, cosmopolitan place (and parts of it did remind me of my hometown of Manila).