Back in 1970, my grandma used to live across the street from an industrial factory in Mexico City.
So, she started cooking for them, until one day she had a line up outside her house! It was time to rent a space.
In 1985, La Cocina -‘the kitchen’ - was destroyed after the big earthquake.
People loved it, just like those workers back in Grandma’s day. Soon, Mi Casa- or my house- became the answer to people’s quest for Good Mexican Food.