A hot tortilla, a heap of seasoned meat, cilantro, onion, a squeeze of lime, and cheap beer to wax finish. Devine. But here’s the thing - you can’t have all that divinity without an equal potential for disaster. The type of disaster that leaves you on the floor in the fetal position wishing you had never even smelled the thing… viva Mexico.
A La Plancha, Por Favor
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