01/22/2026
I am an especially odd man. When I enter a restaurant, I try my darndest to find out what the restaurant does best and like a crazy person, I order that. Weirdly, I do not walk into Paradise and order risotto with a side of spaghetti, then offer the assumption of meatballs to my husband. Like I said…odd man, in more ways than you can count.
For a very long time in this restaurant, someone would slam a menu shut and stomp their feet because we did not have mezcal. Frankly, this would make my wee tiny belly grow robust with a hardy chuckle every time. But even the best jokes get tired when told too often. Mezcal has been put on to the backbar to ensure the happiness and well-being of all those around us.
Alipus San Baltazar is up first.
Don Cosme Hernandes & his son are small family farmers that make their regional San Baltazar Mezcal in collaboration with a local distillery in the highlands of Oaxaca. There are no binding contracts in this deal, no exploitation, and no George Clooney. They combine tradition with modern hygiene & safety.
The distillery not only helps the Hernandes’s with paperwork/certification and access to far away markets such as Victoria BC, where people pay the premium necessary to make this product a viable living. The distillery also helps them with other issues such as the disposal of the immense waste.
It is the industry standard to produce 10-12 litres of Vinaza for every litre of Mescal produced. This very toxic wastewater can severely contaminate the local soil and water supply if not properly disposed of as is the case with many of the more industrial Agave products. The distillery also helps the Hernandes to ensure that the 7-15kg of wood burned, per 1 litre of mescal made, does not come from the rapidly expanding illegal industry logging the Oaxacan Forest to distinction.
In an attempt for even greater sustainability, the Hernandes’ also use cultivated Agave Espadín rather than the overexploited wild Agave of the region.
My new joy is conformity, so it is the great pleasure of my life to bring Mezcal to a place called Bistrot L’Stage. Temper tantrums be mourned.