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Fine Dining for the Dead
Hanal Pixan Altar, Izamal, Yucatán, MX 2023 |
There is one dish that is characteristic of Hanal Pixán altars that you will not find in other parts of Mexico. That is mukbil pollo which translates as "buried chicken"; the dish is also called "pibes". Mukbil Pollo is a chicken tamale wrapped in banana lives and cooked in a hole in the ground; the realm of the dead. It has a distinctive smokiness due to the way it is cooked.
The thing is that living people also like Mukbil Pollo. It has a wonderful smoky aroma and taste because of the way it is cooked-wrapped in banana leaves and cooked in an open fire underground. Several years ago, I had the dish in a restaurant in Izamal during the time of Hanal Pixan. Hoping for a repeat, I drove the three hours to Izamal from my home base in Quintana Roo, since Mukbil Pollo is generally not available commercially'. It typically s cooked in homes for the express purpose of the altars.
Arriving in Izamal, a fascinating town with a rich colonial colonial history and the beautiful 16th century monastery of San Antonio de Padua, I began my inquiries. They turned up nothing.
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Convento of San Antonio de Padua, Izamal Yucatán |
Izamal, Yucatán |
Street scene, Izamal, Yucatán, showing monastery wall |
Finally, someone told me about a woman with a tricycle cart who sold mukbil pollo, daily, proving my point that the dish attracts the living as well as the dead. Asking as I went, I found her street and then her house. Peering in her house, I could see the pibes (same as Mukbil Pollo).
House interior, Izamal, Yucatan |
Mukbil Pollo orders for Hanal Pixán altars, Izamal, Yucatán |
Counting the orders of Mukbil Pollo, Izamal, Yucatán |
The woman was a good businesswoman and had her grand-daughter tally orders to see if there was spare for me. As she counted the orders, I decided not to to take food out of a dead person's mouth, thanked her and told her to hold onto her orders in case one was needed for a last-minute altar.
Back on the street I started, once again, making my inquiries. I was in luck- a restaurant down the block, the finest in the town, was serving mukbil pollo to living humans. I'd managed to stumble into Izamal's fine-dining establishment, the beautiful Restaurant Kinich Izamal.
Kinich's special for the day- it was November 1, the second day of Hanal Pixán- was none other than Mukbil Pollo. The portion was huge, as one is typically split by a whole family. I'm not sure if it was actually cooked in the traditional way, stuck in a fire in a hole in the ground, but it was close enough.
Restaurante Kinich Izamal |
A sizable box of left-overs in hand, I walked back to my car for the 3 hour return trip.