26/09/2026
One of my favorite things about Elfo is meeting the people who somehow manage to find us.
When new faces wander in, I always ask how they found Casa Del Elfo. As many of you know, the mall we’re in is pretty big…but also somehow hidden. I like to think of it as an oversized speakeasy. 😂
Their response was fun. They told me they’d been on a walking tour the day before and had just commented to their guide that they hadn’t seen any African Americans in Oaxaca. Apparently, as if on cue, I turned the corner and walked by.
Their guide, who knew me from Elfo, pointed and announced, “There goes one!”
From the way they told the story, I felt a little like the mythical jackalope suddenly appearing in the wild. Apparently the tour guide knew me from Elfo and told them they should swing by. I was blissfully unaware of this dialogue as I continued walking.
They found us on this, their last night in Oaxaca. I treated them to a little house mezcal and got the details. As I recall (perhaps not perfectly), they were two sisters, London and Joanne, and the son of one of them, Kevin. They all live in different parts of the US and this was their first trip together, and they chose Oaxaca.
They had enjoyed plenty of wonderful Oaxacan food during their visit, but one of them admitted something I completely understand: Sometimes you just need a good burger. I may have to trademark that. 😂
They enjoyed dinner, and since this was their Oaxacan swan song, they decided to go out properly and order every dessert.
Now, these were people who knew their way around a kitchen, so I also received some very useful—and very honest—feedback. The cookies, brownies, and cardamom cake got enthusiastic approvals. The orange cake? Well…the orange cake was politely sent back to the proverbial drawing board. 😂
Rather than hide from the criticism, I brought the chef out, we all talked about it, and the two of us actually started taking notes. I genuinely appreciate that kind of honesty, especially when it’s offered with kindness.
And then, like so many wonderful encounters I’ve had with travelers at Elfo, our little evening ended with hugs, smiles, numbers exchanged, and a quick photo to remember it. Then they hurried off into the Oaxaca night to pack for their flights home.
Adiós, amigos. Safe travels—and thanks for making Elfo part of your Oaxaca story. ❤️