Ah, Mexico. Where not only do you not have to apologize for being a foodie, but you don’t have to apologize for being a socialist, either.

Union power rocks. Maybe it’s because the union logos are so fantastic.

Here’s the same logo, painted on the Zocalo, and surrounded by shoes, I believe to represent all the people killed in the drug war so far.

And another on the Zocalo:

But by far the best was the very first one we saw. Stay strong, telefonistas!

The coolest part: After we crossed the street to take a photo, we saw that in front of the building, there was a stand set up selling tchotchkes featuring its bad-ass logo: notepads, coffee mugs, key chains, little hooks to hang your purse from the restaurant table. Seriously? Not only does the Mexican Syndicate of Telephone Workers have the most righteous logo in the country, they know it.