My adorable grandpa used to treat us to those very churros after going to the movies back in the late 60s early 70s. The place was very large and because the place was always packed in the evening, we would stand around trying to see who could spot a table ready to be vacated. We would look at the amount of churros left..the chocolate in the cups and “place our bets” on which group of people would be leaving next. Once we got a table a waitres would show up and ask…how many orders of churros did we want…in those years they came, I believe 5 per order, and then we had to choose the type of hot chocolate we each prefered. The mexican one had a hint of cinnamon and the french one tasted a bit like vanilla. About 10 minutes after placing the order, the waitress would show up with an enormous tray, carrying all the hot, steaming, hot chocolates and as the trophy…a large plate with all the sugary churros piled up on top of each other. She would then pass our beverages…sort of in a hurry, a pile of plates usually placed n front of my mom. She, usually with a big smile, would pass the plates around. We would then be given the signal to go ahead…each of us would take a churro from the big pile and ate the most deliciuos, just made from scratch churros in the world! We kept count in our heads as to how many we each ate..there were never problems with this aspect…a true honor code in churro eating etiquette. My brother and I sometimes would stick the churros in the hot chocolate and used them as straws. The hot chocolate would make its way up the churro…as we “vacummed” it all the way up. Then, once we drank a few sips that way, we would take out the churro and eat it one juicy bite after another. They stayed crispy on the outside very well.
The reason I began this little narrative by mentioning my adorable grandpa is because he may have been the one enjoying the outing more than anyone at the table, which usually included my own family, Dad, Mom and brother, my Uncle’s family and my grandparents. My grandpa had a medical condition that didn’t allow him to drink milk…(couldn’t have the hot chocolate) and he was also forbidden by his brother, the family doctor, from eating any food containing oil. So, as we sat merrilly around the table, he just sat there with us, enriching the conversation with annecdotes or teaching us a miriad of interesting things (he himself was a judge in the supreme court of Mexico and a Cello player). At the end of those evenings he would pay for the bill and would alreadybe talking about the next fun thing he had planned for us. God bless my grandpa. I can’t wait to see him in heaven again. I’m certain he’s already figured out some cool places to take me to there…I hope there is a churro place like El Moro somewhere there in eternity, it will be great to go there and eat churros as I watch my grandpa eat some too!

niice.

when did you go to Mexico City?!? ha ha.