Famous Ice Cream in Mexico

Giving in to Temptation in Merida

Somehow the man in the Chihuahua park knew I was easy prey. From a distance he slouched against a hand cart and looked me over. His first pass was casual, just a slow saunter past my park bench, without even a glance in my direction. Old addictive thinking patterns resurfaced, patterns I thought I had long ago conquered. It was my birthday. Surely I deserved a treat? My desire transmitted through thin air. He reversed direction and approached a second time, until he stood on the sidewalk directly in front of me, his glittering onyx eyes boring through me.

Que tienes?” I asked. What do you have?

Ah, muchas cosas,” he replied. “Que quieres?” Many things; what do you want?

Tienes coca?”

He tried to suppress the grin that crept onto his face. “Coca?” he repeated.”No, pero tengo coco.” No, but I have coconut, he corrected, as he reached into his into his ice cream cart for a tube of coconut ice cream. Apparently, I wasn’t the first gringa to mix up the word for coconut with the slang for cocaine, though I might have been the most embarrassed.

I don’t even like ice cream. I can accompany my friends to an ice cream parlor and watch them devour sundaes without experiencing the slightest twinge of desire. But ice cream in Mexico (helado) is unlike any I have ever tasted; it is sweet seduction, nectar of the gods. I’d first answered the siren call in Cabo San Lucas, where I watched a heladero struggle his ice cream cart down a rocky sand path leading to the harbor entrance. Gnarled, dust-caked toes protruded from his decayed leather sandals and his canvas trousers and white shirt hung on his emaciated frame. I would have bought something even if he were selling pork rinds.

A vast smile slit his leathery brown face when I stepped up and asked what flavors he had. Wait, he signaled with an upheld finger, then opened the cart lid and ducked his head through the ice fog to rummage around in its depths. Triumphantly, he emerged with a frozen foot-long plastic tube filled with a white substance. “Usted debe probar este. Es hecho en casa – mi especialidad!” You must try this. It is homemade – my specialty! I tore a corner of the rubbery plastic with my teeth and tentatively sampled the icy treat. Rich, delicious coconut ice coated my mouth and slickened my teeth. Like a greedy baby I sucked on the tube, forcing the frozen cylinder up from the bottom with my thumbs, not willing to waste a single drop.

Girls lineup to buy ice cream from a Zacatecas street vendor

Though I tried to resist, the siren call of Mexican ice cream continued to lure me into its clutches. In tiny Dolores Hidalgo, the town where Mexico’s independence movement began, I rushed through the old jail and cathedral, anxious to get to the main plaza, where some of the country’s most famous ice cream vendors hawk a bizarre lineup of flavors. Our tour guide led us to his favorite stand. Immediately, spoons heaped high with samples were thrust at me. Avocado: smooth and creamy, delicious! Mango: like biting into a big, juicy globe of the fruit. Corn: sweet and starchy. Beer: no way. Fried pork skin: not for this vegetarian. The enormous samples filled me up; I had no room left to try shrimp, mole, or rose, which was just as well, since the ice cream smorgasbord was insidiously making its way down my gullet to my hips, where it determinedly attached itself. I swore off ice cream forever.

Bizarre flavors of Mexican ice cream include beer, shrimp, corn, pork rind, and avocado

Forever lasted a month. It was music that tripped me up. I was wandering around the Zocalo in Merida one night when I heard guitars. Following the strumming to the other side of the plaza, I found three young men belting out passionate, romantic ballads for customers of El Colon cafe. Enchanted that these teenagers were pouring their hearts out without a bit of embarrassment, I grabbed a table on the sidewalk, happy to rest my feet. I scanned the menu, looking for espresso and a snack, but this cafe had only one thing on the menu. Sherbet.

Sitting under the arches at El Colon, enjoying ballads, sherbet, and vibrant nightlife on the Zocalo

I scanned the mind-boggling selection of flavors: orange, papaya, mango, strawberry, chocolate, coconut, pineapple, melon…none of those would do. If I was going to fall off the wagon, it would have to be for something more exotic. Zapote, mamey, anona, tamarindo, pilahaya, saramuyo, ciruela, guanabana…wait, guanabana? This sweet-sour pulpy white fruit with a prickly green skin had been my favorite when I lived in Puerto Rico, but I hadn’t tasted it in years.

Mamey sherbet, made from the red flesh of the tropical fruit of the same name

After that, resistance was futile. I scarfed down a giant dish of guanabana sherbet and followed it up with a second of mamey, an overly sweet tropical fruit with a dark red flesh. I beat myself up over my lack of will power for about two seconds. For more than a hundred years, El Colon has been making exquisite sherbets and champolas (sherbet whipped into milk) from natural fruit. At least I had the comfort of knowing it took the best to bring me down.

Dolores Hidalgo Ice Cream Photo courtesy of Cameron Nordholm

22 Comments on “Giving in to Temptation in Merida

  1. Champolas from Helados Colon are the best. My favorite one is the Guava champola, but mamey is a close second. Sorbetería Colón is definitely one of the not-to-be-missed spots when visiting Merida.

  2. Your mixup on the word coconut had me laughing until I got to the line where you said you ‘don’t even like ice cream’. I nearly fell out of my chair as I LOVE ice cream. I have yet to try helado but now I think it should go on my bucket list 🙂

  3. Oh I so wanted to stop at that place and get some ice cream in Merida. But we were driving over night and it was already late and I had to pass it up. It looked so good. And yeah I have to kinda agree with your newest post, the street there are very sketchy looking but all did seem fine. I wish I had more time there to see the city. But that sherbet looks awesome! mmm.

  4. Looks like rehab may be necessary! Just wait till you get to Asia and get to have their flavors…young rice and chili chocolate…yum!

  5. My mouth is literally watering from your descriptions of helado. My last trip to Mexico involved tasting, but it was the less delicious and more potent tequila that I sampled.

    If you have a moment, please look at my own travel blog, at http://www.traveljunkiejulia.com. I have done extensive traveling, (I’ve traveled around the world four times, across over 80 countries, and through six continents!) and think I can offer some advice on adventures in all corners of the world!

  6. Super post.

    I cannot believe I spent two months in Mexico in 2005 traveling from Mazatlan to Mexico City and never tried Mexican helado.

    This October I will definitely made it a point to purchase one or two from a heladero in Mazatlan, Puerto Vallarta and Mexico City.

    Thanks for the tip and Happy Birthday.

  7. Last night I walked to Tescos at 2.30am to buy some ice-cream.

    Blaming you, I am. Well, I say “blaming”, but the ice-cream was damn good. 🙂

  8. I have tasted Guinness ice cream and did not find it particularly good. I’m amazed to see how many other flavors of ice cream there are… like Fried pork skin… really?

  9. Bravo! Once again, I was sitting right there with you, Barbara, tasting all the exotic flavors Mexico has to offer in delicious ice creams and sherbets. The colors are as brilliant as your writing. A most joyful post. PbS

  10. I absolutely love ice-cream and one of the pleasures of travelling is testing ice-creams from around the world – their creaminess, their variety of flavours, the way they are sold, how they are served,… Saying all that, I’m not sure I could stomach pork rind or beer ice-cream – they don’t sound like things that go together to me. But those stellar fruit based ones sound excellent, and such rich colours too.

  11. I’ve never seen a sherbet *that* brick-red. Awesome.

    Now, I hate posts like this. I hate them. It’s not that I hate the *posts* as such. Quite the opposite. And I’ve yet to feel anything but admiration for anything written in here. But the reason I hate posts like this is that they make you really hungry for something that isn’t readily available when you’re reading the post.

    I’m even, in all seriousness, contemplating walking 2 miles to the 24hr supermarket to get me some ice-cream. After all, it’s a nice warm night and I want ice-cream (now).

    I think this post should have a warning on it. Like this. “WARNING. MAY MAKE YOU WALK MILES TO BUY ICE-CREAM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.”

    Yes.

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