The Build up to the Let Down!
Trip Start Jun 30, 2008
9Trip End Jul 07, 2008
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Where I stayed
La Casa de Tito
We spent the rest of the early afternoon wandering through the neighborhood near the Iglesia San Juan de la Bautista
Today was the day when I was going to get to head over to La Casa del Habanos and indulge myself in the forbidden fruit from that island south of Miami. It was also the day that Aislynn was going to get to go into Mexico City (which by the way I've been told is the most dangerous city in the world now???) semi-alone for the very first time. I love cigars, and the one thing I wanted to do in Mexico City was visit the La Casa del Habanos, so I had been chomping at the bit over this for quite some time, and in my head I had this vision, a vision of mid 90's Cohiba's and early edicion limitadas galore, as well as some open humidors of some things I had only seen in books. So, we were dropped off at the Metro, where we took the green line to the brown line and then switched again to the red line (which was actually orange) and got off at Polonco
After a good walk from the station we finally located the la Casa del Habanos in a small mall. Much to my chagrin, it was not the puro paradise that I had constructed in my dreams. The humidor was small, the humidity and temperature were off inside due to the air-conditioning being broke, and the woman taking care of me didn't really know anything about cigars. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that their selection was mediocre at best. Everything was new, with the exception of a few boxes, but even the new cigars didn't look very good. Every box I opened had cigars in it that were either too green, had mold on them, or were so dried out that half of the cigars in the box were cracked. To top it off I was even convinced that some of the cigars they were selling may have actually been fake. The bands did not look right at all on a couple boxes and I immediately placed them back on the shelf. They did have a couple of rare humidors...but alas, they were only being sold as complete sets and not as single sticks. Oh well, I guess there are worse things in life.
After my letdown we headed down the street to the Hard Rock Café where we split a burger and I picked up a couple of shot glasses for my collection. We headed back to the metro station at rush hour to make our way back to Aislynn's house. The red line was not to crowded, but when we got to the brown line we barely pushed our way on to the Metro. I was the second to last one on and I was facing the door. When the door opened at the next stop I found myself face to face with about five Mexican men who decided that the metro wasn't full enough and they instinctively pushed me back into the cabin where I found myself surround on all sides with different body parts of different people