Carajillo: A Love Story

An ode to Mexico's buzzy and beloved after meal drink.

It was a slow afternoon in Condesa, the kind of day where the city seems to hum at a lower frequency. Malcolm and I had met up at Bar Montejo, one of the city’s oldest cantinas, a place where friends gathered for decades, sipping on tequila and jugo de carne, and listening to the mariachis strolling in and out. The place isn’t fancy—laughter echoing off…