Phil De V.
Google
Last Saturday was unexpectedly sunny and warm for mid-May, my girlfriend and I made our way to Stone Street knowing it would be busy. As expected, tables were full but for a few in front of Mexi. Hmmm… We had a dinner engagement later that evening, so apps and a couple drinks were the program.
I had a traditional margarita and my gf a paloma paired with Mexi’s freshly made guacamole and tostaditas de atun. I’ve tried many “authentic” Mexican resto’s, its kinda my jam, yet most disappoint spectacularly. Mexi, does not.
Lost in my drink, relishing the flavors of our dishes and absorbed in the cacophony of nearby conversations I recalled an Andy Dufresne line -
“Promise me, Red. If you ever get out... find that spot. At the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of black, volcanic glass. There's something buried under it I want you to have.”
Finishing our drinks we wandered inside the intimate space and immediately felt like we were transported to some tucked away corner of Mexico in an episode of Parts Unknown. I fully expected to see Anthony Bourdain sampling his tenth mezcal while chatting up one of Mexi’s partners toiling on the home made tortilla machine – “fussy, needs some tinkering and dialing-in”.
Like that black rock, Mexi has no earthly business being on Stone Street. Its a gem not to be lumped in with the "just bars" that dot the western half of the street.
Mexi had opened just days earlier – which explained the open tables. Yet the staff well versed, responsive and knowledgeable. The buildout is not complete as they are creating a basement display to store a thousand bottles of unique, small batch Mezcals.
We visit NYC twice a year and I’m afraid it won’t be easy getting a table this fall. I’m looking forward to working my way through the full menu! If we lived in the city it would be our go-to Mexican resto and certainly added to our regular dining rotation.
The last scene in Shawshank Redemption is Red (Morgan Freeman), having found the note Andy had placed in a box hidden under a black rock, walking along the azure Pacific Ocean in Mexico and embracing his friend, Andy Dufresne, who is diligently rehabilitating an old boat on the beach.
“If you're reading this, you've gotten out. And if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don't you?”
Zihuatanejo.
Mexi takes you there.