The Hidden Kitchen - 06000 Ciudad de México

Simplemente es un lugar grandioso. El Chef Diego Galán es una maravilla y sus platillos son exquisitos. Una experiencia única que cada que vives te transporta a un mundo diferente de sabores.

Es una experiencia increíble, deben experimentarla para entender y disfrutar lo qué es una clase de cocina con un chef

Great!!

Excellent food in a different ambient!

I love the concept and the execution of the Hidden Kitchen. Everything was creative and delicious and super fresh. Also, great service!

Hidden Kitchen host wonderful events in and around Mexico City, a real must-try if you're looking to try something different in a venue you'd never even imagine existing.

Great food and unforgettable experience! The energy and passion embedded by it's team and creators definately make it a must dinning experience in Mexico City.

I have been to some of the filthiest, disrespectful, unluxurious, ineptitude ridden establishments anyone has ever had the displeasure of visiting. This Hidden Kitchen is the pinnacle of the absolute worst when it comes to dining. In a perfect world, this place needs to be hidden. The people behind this complete donkey show (no disrespect to donkeys and/or donkey shows), must be hidden. Anyone involved with this complete and utter mess that they pawn off as a kitchen or a dining experience, must be hidden. I am against Trump's wall, but build a wall around this place. Get rid of it, make it stop. Find a new career, because you are an insult to the culinary arts, service, professionalism, & human decency. I want to make it a point to let everyone know, ESPECIALLY international clients that you must avoid this place in order to preserve your sanity + faith in humanity. Allow me to set the scene of this ruined experience. This is not a comedy of errors, it's just errors. These are errors that run on the side of ridiculous, insulting, frustrating, & ultimately depression. Half of our party was able to get on the list, and the other half was waitlisted. Instead of just a flat out no, we played "just the tip" for about a week with these clownish individuals. Getting any sort of response, pulse from Vicente via email or in person was the most daunting task I have ever experienced. I think working for the Hidden Kitchen has sucked all the life out of him. Not only is he lifeless, he has lost all of his facilities to the point where he cannot adequately respond to any menial request. He is good at accepting/stealing your money, but that is the extent of his skills. We finally got everyone on board, and we are actually excited. All of us have paid $100 USD a piece to have an amazing night out as friends & colleagues. The space is actually incredible. Someone thought it would be sexy to put a massive, illuminated Mercedes Benz sign on the wall. Fire him and/or her. Everything begins with a cocktail hour, and that was pleasant. After the hour, we get summoned upstairs for dinner. This is where everything became the biggest disaster of my entire dining life. As we are walking upstairs, we are greeted by some novice ballet dancer who tripping over her pirouettes like a child. Everyone in our party found this individual to be confusing and deeply disturbing. The tables are set up in one painfully long, vertical line. It is like boarding school style, but instead of high functioning classmates, you are surrounded by a disturbing ballerina & and low functioning clientele (I'll get to that later). We get our seats, save them with our coats and what not, and proceed to walk around the space mingling. When we get back to our table, people have taken our seats. Being polite doesn't work with the people who attend Hidden Kitchen, so we sat at the end of this long table in the abyss. The abyss is a lot of things, and it is also a place where they serve you the most insulting cuisine under the guise of fine dining. The kale salad is accompanied by a dressing that consisted of part urine, anal sweat, and food coloring. The last time I checked, you can't just take a dump into a bottle and call it a vinaigrette. Every dish came out ICE COLD. Grilled Octopus - cold Pasta with Ass Sauce - cold Beef Cheek with Ass Sauce - cold Not only were these dishes absolutely frigid, the service was appalling. You literally had to get up and get your own drinks, because the waiters wouldn't serve you. When you'd get up to do anything, your bottom of the barrel dish was taken. The service, coupled with the food, was a vicious and messy cycle. Since I set it up, I felt that it was my obligation to share our parties issues with the people who set this dinner up. This is when I met Sandi, and the nightmare began. I spoke to Sandi in person about a refund, and she obliged. When I messaged her on Whatsapp, she blocked me. I had to email repeatedly to get a 50% refund, which wasn't agreed upon. Thieves. This whole thing was a robbery.