Mexican adventure - the last supper

For my last meal in Mexico City, Lee took me to a fab restaurant called Paramo which is housed in what would have once been the first floor of a family house. You access the restaurant up a dimly lit staircase and come up into a rabbit warren of rooms that lead off each other. The main dining room is warmly lit and lively, we sat in one of the ante rooms, surrounded by curios. The food was scrumptious - tuna ceviche with mango and avocado in a divine sesame dressing, slow cooked pork tacos and, of course, the obligatory margarita to wash it down with.