Tracey A.
Yelp
Short of carbon-dating the place, I couldn't tell you when Nevería Roxy was established. What I could tell you is that Nevería Roxy is my vision of a Mexico City ice cream joint circa 1950's. It looks like a place my mom and dad would've gone to while courting, to share an ice cream soda, had they met in Mexico City rather than LA.
It's fairly impossible to walk by Nevería Roxy without noting the ever present crowd of families and couples spilling out onto the sidewalk, the bouquet of mylar balloons floating in mid-air, and the dark-skinned beggar woman leaning against the building asking for pesos.
It took about five minutes of sitting at the counter, eating a scoop of mango ice cream, before I declared this "my place", certain that I'd stop each day as I made my way between my inn and the subway.
But life intervened.
On each subsequent pass, the line snaked out the door and there would be no sidling up to a counter seat. So it remained, a single scoop of Mango ice cream consumed at the counter, with which to remember Nevería Roxy. Good enough.
If you're passing by and have a little time stop in for some ice cream circa 1950. In most instances, you can't go back but I'd beg to differ in the case of Nevería Roxy. Cool, busy place, and obviously a Condesa institution.