The description on NYTimes.com was intriguing:
” Al Andar … a hip mezcalería on the first floor of a renovated tenement. Shots of potent mezcal come with a piquant chaser: orange slices dusted in ground grasshoppers.”
There were no English menus so we placed our order using hand gestures and feeble Spanish:
“Insectos….” (make hopping motion with hand across table) “… y naranjas…?”
(Tip: the correct word for ordering grasshoppers is “chapulines”.)
The waitress brought us a platter of dusted oranges surrounding a plate of toasted grasshoppers.
After a few shots of mezcal, I summoned up the courage to try one. It was squishy, sour, and surprisingly, not disgusting.
Watch me eat one: