AT THE CANCUN RIVIERA 5TH Annual Food & Wine Festival, I consumed the best food in the world while suffering from acute food poisoning. It was not the festival’s delicately prepared dishes that caused my gastronomical distress, but rather the remnants of my grandmother’s Passover brisket I’d consumed days prior to the event.
My stomach was doomed before I even boarded the plane.
So when I arrived at one of the most celebrated culinary events in Mexico, I couldn’t keep my food down. The stomach pangs I experienced were enough to make any tourist remain bedridden… but I had a food festival to attend, damnit! Like Hunter S. Thompson stumbling dizzily through a bustling hotel lobby, I traveled from dinner to luncheon to dinner feeling generally confused and desperately clutching my stomach.