"The birria alone is worth the drive."
The trompo spins all night: pork layered in achiote and guajillo adobo, a pineapple on top, carved to order onto a tortilla that was masa this morning.
Asada gets charred on a screaming plancha. Carnitas confit in their own fat, Michoacán style. Fish gets a light batter and chipotle crema. Every taco comes with the salsa it should.
Blanco, fresh lime, agave, salt. Frozen or rocks. Or make it a Tamarindo, with pulp we cook in house.
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